He stood alone in the conference room. Captain Lohnes never liked these meetings. The Klingons were loud and brash, the Romulans sly and ever-perceptive. But this audience was never predictable.
“Captain, the official party has arrived in system,” his crewman informed.
“It can’t be that time already, can it?” he lamented quietly, before responding “Understood. Do they have an ETA?”
The shudder of the plating under his boots answered that for him, as the U.S.S. Endeavour was cast under the shadow of a gleaming angel of death.
“Sir, we are being hailed by the Star Destroyer Emperor’s Breath.”
“I noticed, Bridge. Welcome our guests,… carefully.”
And entry #2 for the 100-Word Challenge from Julia’s Place. Also part of a much larger universe that exists in many of my earlier notebooks and imaginations. Because being a nerd has it’s perks.
I hope you all enjoy!