The silver-grey ship finally came to a stop.
As the supposed peace ambassador between the two races, Bian eagerly stepped forward to welcome the unexpected guests to their planet. The general quickly joined him, staying close at Bian's side to protect him from whatever creatures might emerge from the strange vessel.
But the moment the middle-aged man caught sight of the symbol painted across the side of the ship, his expression changed. His eyes widened, and he instinctively turned toward Bian.
"Prince Consort, this is…" he began carefully.
Bian immediately lifted a finger to his lips.
"Shh. Don't be so loud." His smile remained perfectly pleasant. "You might offend our guests."
His voice sounded gentle, almost playful, but his attention had already returned to the ship.
He watched the hatch with barely concealed eagerness.
Slowly, it began to open.
