"How is he, doctor?" A very concerned Admiral John Field asks the petite doctor with the concern on her face, who answers,
"Not good. His heart stopped three times, and he has of yet to regain consciousness."
The big Admiral with the 21st century "spectacles," sighs,
"Well, let's pray he does. We need him to reunify this union."
From behind him a stone cold voice answers,
"Hardly a union, Admiral. The Warrior governments have broken away and the Free Planets are at each others throats. As of yesterday Earth is on it's own." The speaker is a steel grey eyed Captain Kyle Connor. The combined Fleet "Overlord."
Admiral Field moans, "That's why we need him."
"Why? So he can use diplomatic dribble like "seeding" and "alternate species combining?" Give me a break, Admiral."
"It's not called alternate species combining. It's alternate species seeding, and,"
"It's a crock. "Gene-splicing" is what caused the "many" alien races, Admiral, and you know it! President Neusner is lying in that bed in there, "near-death" because in his search for truth, he compromised it."
Dr. Cassidy stone gasps, "Captain! Please!"
Captain Connor sighs, "Sorry doctor, but we are "seconds" away from galactic war. Diplomacy and its white hat has got to take a back seat. I have three "known" Liongaarin Ultra-class warships with Planet-driller missiles aiming at "my" precious backyard... Earth."
She moans, "I'm fully aware, Captain. But let's not forget that six months ago President Y.J. Neusner was elected and brought "group collaboration" of all the known species into existence."
Field muses, "She's right, Cap. Let's pray that he pulls through."
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Death of the Deathbird
Science FictionThe future is a dangerous place... Stephen Hawking's prediction of a Big Crunch has become a terrible reality. The races of humanity are fighting to survive. All the while a bringer of chaos sews seeds of death and dissension, the dragon. Will a...
