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community. The females saw a close up of the city zoom in and they looked at the males who told them what the alien had ordered them to do before they left. There were the remains of dead bodies scattered among the ruins of their former homes, in the roads running through the community and in the brush surrounding the fields. The giant tracks of Grondons were everywhere. The view moved out slightly and the ground craft flew in and landed among the ruins. Hundreds of Masters stepped out of the vehicles and gathered at the edge of the ruined village. The Kerits stopped talking and they heard the Masters on the wall speaker.
• • •
“What has happened here?”
“Are you stupid? This territory was wiped out by the Giant Carnivores.”
“How is that possible? The local ruler should have been able to keep them away.”
“It appears he died with them.”
“That’s not possible. These bodies have been dead a long time and the buildings look like they’ve been destroyed recently.”
A Master walked up and looked around, “It could be the carnivores came back recently to scavenge for a meal. These meals have been dead for a long time.”
“When was the last time the Ruler was heard from?”
The Masters looked at each other and no one answered the question. The Leader looked at them and said, “The Fleet Leader communicated with him about eight months ago. This had to happen since that contact.”
“Where is the body of the Ruler?”
The Leader looked around and walked back to his ground vehicle. He went inside and after, a few moments emerged and walked back over to the group, “The Fleet Leader is sending a ship to investigate. Spread out and see if we’ve missed his body.”
Kyle stopped the recording, “This happened an hour after you were taken off the planet. I’m moving the recording forward another hour when the ship they called in arrived.”
The Kerits turned back to the Monitor and gasped. A giant warship appeared on the monitor hovering a quarter of a mile above the destroyed village. It had to be a ship of war, it was covered with huge barrels sticking out of its hull along with large number of missile launchers with a missile in their cradles.
The Feeder Leader looked up, “Thank you for coming. We’re trying to understand what happened here. The one that ruled this territory is missing and we’ve been unable to find his body.”
“I will scan the surface for it. Wait until I complete the search.” The Masters looked around and waited. More than a hundred more Masters came roaring in on their vehicles and joined those standing at the edge of the community. They didn’t have to wait long. “I have found the body in a ravine. Its head is about a quarter of a mile away from the body.”
“Will you bring the body to us?”
“I’m dispatching a shuttle.” The Purple colored beings waited and ten minutes later heard a hum. A huge shuttle came over the horizon at high speed and had something dangling below it. The shuttle came to a stop and moved toward the surface. A cable with a claw on it was lowered to the ground and the claw released what it was holding. The dead body of a Feeder fell to the ground along with a badly decomposed head. The Leader looked at the remains and saw the giant claw marks on the body.
“It appears this one was killed by one of the carnivores. It had to be a large one for the claw marks to go all the way through the body.”
A Master shook its shoulders, “How could this happen? There’s no possible way one of the carnivores could have gotten close enough to do this?”
“Are you blind? There must be a way or it would still be living.”
A female sneered at the male Masters, “You never see yourselves when you’re in the throes of a blood lust.”
The Leader looked at her, “What do you mean?”
“I’ve tried to communicate with you during a blood lust and you never hear me. You’re caught up in consuming an intelligent meal. That’s what
Missy Tippens, Jean C. Gordon, Patricia Johns