Borrowed Time
The Union of Six flagships roared in the distance, drowning all who can hear them with The Ultimatum.
“In 72 hours, this planet will be cleansed.
All life will be erased if your civil war does not stop…
A Dying Breed
Sweat rolled off his forehead and burst upon the concrete floor as he examined his work. “Finally, a moment of rest,” he thought to himself, and rubbed his aching shoulder.