Then he briefly went silent.
“You understand commander that what is said in here must go no further.”
“As the Emperor commands.”
“Were there any harbingers of the attack. Anything, out of the ordinary prior to them falling from the sky?”
“Yes, one of my men, he seemed to, to transform into some sort of monster. I’d never seen anything like it. And there were reports of terrorist attacks in different cities targeting military installations and population centers.”
The Emperor’s Representative began to slowly pace back and forth.
“This appears to be their modus operandi. They appear to have sleepers on every planet they attack. And yet, they are from outside this galaxy.”
Timothy wanted to speak blasphemous things but held back. Like how does their Emperor and God not already know this? Better not to speak.
Instead he said.
“What now?”
“That is not of your concern. We will find a way to send you back to your home planet. Next time ensure your honor is not called into question again.”
Timothy’s troops were called to push him back to his quarters where he decided to rest.
His dreams were flooded though by nightmares of people transforming into ghouls and what were once lush paradises into barren rocks devoid of life. He woke up in a cold sweat unsure if perhaps they were premonitions.
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