Don't Tread On Me
We're not sure how long it will take us to get back to planet Voltar. Days, even weeks perhaps. We are a patient people, one well accustomed to waiting. We will be able to rest easier knowing that our job in the fourth quadrant has been completed. The work there was quite exhausting. It seemed the more of the antigen we released the more of them appeared. They swarmed above ground, on their planet, in their little transportation pods.
The "Fifth Quadrant" as we had named it, was really just comprised of one planet, one moon, and some transient stations in between. We are not a people easily disturbed , but even for us, looking upon such hideous creatures for such a long time was difficult.
We retire to the saloon and amuse each other with different stories. One of the younger lieutenants told us a far fetched yarn about how we had distant relatives in quadrant five at one point in history. He described them as being a tiny fraction of our size, and he said they lived on a planet "Earth". We had never heard of such a thing. All that matters now, is that we have all quadrants under our control. All one hundred and sixty of them.
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