Fleet Commander Vorik paced his office in agitation. His footsteps tapped against the polished floor as he went back and forth. The blue planet of Earth glowed in the dark space through his window as his ship floated in space above it.
With each pass, Vorik would look down at the majestic glowing orb with worry and fear. It wasn't directed at himself, but at his mate and her people who were there. Their future as well as his own rested on the upcoming communications.
Vorik awaited communications from his superiors, his eyes glancing at the console beside him in agitation. He had to inform them of what had been taking place.
Working as quickly as possible, he had begun the city's construction. Erecting the plasma domes and setting the small dwellings. It was ahead of schedule. It was by design. He was going as quickly as he could, trying to finish before his superiors arrived.
His orders were to exterminate all human life on the planet, then set up the domes.
