He punched in his command-code to the heavy weapons section and entered. Xxnx “Fire!” He called out as he barged into engineering. “Well then maybe you shouldn’t have sent a frigate to get this guy if he were so damn important.” He stated flatly, with barely contained anger. “So, I got your standard fusion charge here. “Hydrogen, ionized helium, ionized nitrogen and doubly ionized oxygen. He sat down on a chair, reversing it first. Just don’t blow us all up.” He pushed his way past Jericho, who was just trying not to get squished. His balls soon churned, and he knew he was nearing his end. Probably not even old enough to shave Trelkor mused to himself. “…Sup?” A slightly overweight dark-skinned human said, eyes hidden beneath the shadow of a hat. He narrowed his eyes and furrowed his brow. “Joining me for dinner, brother?” Valorian
