The Gathering Storm
The Ithkul Admiral lay at the feet of the
First, his flesh still burning. The First looked on in disgust,
then motioned his Preators to take the body out and display
it in the courtyard.
Failure of this magnitude had to be punished.
The First slithered back to his throne room. This was
a major setback. Their first attack on the Orion Sector had
failed. However, the pathetic races there had no idea where
the assault fleet had originated. They would have time –
time to create an even more powerful force. Their day would
come, vowed the First.
He had no other choice. The Need drove him, as it drove
the rest of his race. The Orion Sector would fall.