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internal engine. And at the midpoint of the inner curve, between the tips,
sat the hard-light plasma cannon that was his only weapon. The Sky were
one with their armor.

As his pseudopods slid over the interior controls, Valor spread his
consciousness out into space. He reached across the void, searching the
area from which those screams had come. He found nothing there but
cold space.

Nothing.

And thenтАжsomething.

What Valor found was pure, unadulterated hate. It radiated across
space over the third moon of Xerik-12, and Valor understood immediately
what it meant. He sensed the intent of those hate-filled minds, and he
knew that he had to act right away.

With the force of his mind, he added to the power of his engine, and
propelled himself even more rapidly, closing the space between his own
armored form and the craftтАФmore than a dozenтАФthat even now swept
down upon the Sky embassy on that third moon.

He traversed the distance as quickly as he could. As he grew nearer,
starlight glittering off his armor, the cold vacuum of space sliding past
him, he began to get a better sense of what he was dealing with.

As if he hadn't known all along.

The Chitain.
 They were a lethal race, savage warriors with naturally armored bodies
and poisonous bone-tipped tails. Their vessels were equally lethal: tapered
cylinders which housed a three-member flight crew and another trio on
board wearing atmosphere suits who would act as infantry if the ship
landed. But these three had another function as well. If a Chitain craft
managed to damage an enemy vessel, they would synch up to that ship
and leave their own to attack it.

The Chitain were scavengers. Nothing was wasted. Ships were taken
and captives eaten or enslaved, depending upon the palatability of their
race.

These were the thoughts most prominent in Valor's mind as he dipped
his left wing and began moving on a path to try to intercept the Chitain
attack on the embassy below. But one thought stood out among them all.

Betrayers!

His mind screamed it at them, and a pair of Chitain vessels broke off
from the attack to turn and face him. They were not a psi-sensitive race,