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about the military, and now this...Below she watched the traffic move along
the grid of city streets; she looked long and hard at the Sierra foothills, as
if to remind herself that she was indeed back on
Earth, back among the living. But even if the Council had a change of heart,
even if her father came to his senses and allowed the civilian detainees to
disembark, what would become of the SDF-1 and her crew?
Where and when would they find safe haven?


CHAPTER TWO
LAPSTEIN: In light of the, well, "psychological" problems which beset the
Zentraedi after the SDF-1's successful return to Earth, isn't there some
justification for suggesting that Khyron should have taken over command of the
Imperial Fleet?
EXEDORE (Laughs shortly): We would not be having this interview, of this I can
assure you.
LAPSTEIN: Of course...But in terms of strategic impact?
EXEDORE: (After a moment) It could be said that Khyron was more aware of the
dangers of cultural contagion than many of us, but he was no longer thinking
as a strategist. The SDF-1 was not his main concern; that the ship contained a
Protoculture matrix was of little importance. He had by now come to believe
that by destroying it he would put an end to what he regarded as a psychic
threat to his race. I will leave it to your "psychologists" to examine his
underlying motives. But I will add this: He was responding in pure Zentraedi
fashion-he recognized potential danger and moved to eliminate it. My hope is
that this will rescue his image from what many of your writers have termed
"humanness. "
Lapstein, Interviews

Khyron was possessed by the Invid Flower of Life; without being aware of it,
he was by now working against the Zentraedi imperative.
Rawlins, Zentraedi Triumvirate: Dolza, Breetai, Khyron

Well within striking distance of Earth, two Zentraedi cruisers moved through
space, silently, side by side, Gargantuas from an unholy realm. A day would
come when the commanders of these ships would stand together at the gates of
an even blacker void, released from an artificial past and feverish with
exhilaration for a present in the making, hands and hearts linked, an evil
pact made good, laughing into the face of death...But today there were harsh
words and recriminations, a taste of what was to come for the rest.
Khyron slammed his fist down on the command post console, his right hand
pointed accusingly at the projecbeam image of Azonia, her arms folded across
her chest, as much in defiance as in defense.
"It can't be!" the so-called Backstabber shouted. "Why are they ordering
us to fall back?"
His lowered head and narrowed eyes peering from beneath bangs of sky
blue gave him a demonic look.
Azonia now addressed the projecbeam image on the bridge of her cruiser.
"I'm not at liberty to explain, but our orders are clear, Khyron: Until
this new operation is terminated, you will do nothing but stand by and wait.