A/N: A brief interlude to introduce an upcoming character. Plus, too much time inside a space station makes this author claustrophobic. Please welcome the most ferocious race in the entire galaxy!
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INT. MEDIEVAL-STYLE THRONE ROOM
Inside a stone, dome-shaped room large enough to hold at least 100 people, with a ceiling stretching at dozens of feet into the air sat a single stone. While the room itself was clearly pock-marked with age and battles, the throne itself was pristine. Polished to the point where it's black surface was nearly reflective.
Scattered at irregular intervals were large torches, highlighting the two occupants of the room. One, supplicant. The other, Warlord. The supplicant, Aneth Ta, was a thin lizard-like creature with a long tail and neck, was bent forward with various ornaments dangling from chains on his chest, and several more tied to the spikes on his thin tail.
ANETH
My Lord, supplies are running low and even your ingenious, if potentially illegal, war maneuvers may no longer save us. The last two supply lines have been cut off, our forward garrison is beginning to be shelled and the "mine field", as vicious as it was is being emptied as the enemy learns they can throw rocks instead of soldiers at the mines to disarm them.
WARLORD
ENOUGH! Do you think me such a fool that I would allow us to be backed into a literal corner? I am the most powerful Warlord to ever rule over the Ta-Lek, and you think me cowed by simple rings of soldiers? No, now it is time to use our real weapons. The ones that, as you say, may be illegal, but only because they break with your ancient traditions of war. The Galactic Empire wouldn't know how to play war with two decks of cards and a mickey of tequila.
ANETH (slightly confused)
Yes, Warlord HELLBRINGER, of course... I shall summon the ... Duckies. Inside which ring should I place the Duckies, My Lord?
WARLORD
One does not simply place Duckies inside rings, you idiotic salamander! You set them free, and admire the chaos their duckness creates. For it is in sowing confusion that we shall find victory. It may take time for the Duckies to fully adapt to the gravity, and to being let loose, but either they or the coming generations of Duckies will secure our victory. This, I promise.
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