"No." Svag replied, almost coldly to Dementa's question. He couldn't think of any reason why the Vykkers would want him dead. Other than what he knew about the factory incident he was of no value. Besides, it would be the Magog Cartel that would be concerned about that information leaking out.
The raptor-like creature in front of him stamped it's foot in the dust and roared impatiently, like a child. Svag took a second to glace around at the Veltronix. The attackers had encircled the group, and looked ready to pounce at any moment. What the hell are those creatures waiting for?! The question seemed to be the only thing on Svag's mind. It buzzed in his head like an angry bee.
A strange silence seemed to come over them as his trigger finger began to itch and his nerves became increasingly tense...
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