On every radio wave, a speech was said. The words were guttural, harsh, and seemed to have difficulty speaking the words. "Oomans of this small, pathetic, dirtball of a planet. My people come to you, offering one of two options. You may give us Lyra Reed, long fang of the traitorous wolves clan. Your people would be then left alone, allowed to continue your pathetic existence, ignored by my people. The other option is the death of every single person on this planet, regardless of whatever pathetic separations you make for yourself. You have one week to provide us to her. If you fail, your planet shall burn under our wrath. Those are your only options. Failure to respond due to lacking levels of technology will result in the same punishment as if you challenged us. That is all." The radio stopped broadcasting.
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Lyra's bracer acted as a radio, a speaker announcing extinction. Lyra watched the crowd around her, saying once the speech is done "oh... Shit."
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Over Port Letosh, the venomous fangs ship uncloaked, visible to the naked eye. It was over 8 kilometers long, and appeared to be several hundred smaller ships strapped together. Designs jumped from sleek silver vessels to dark black ships looking like instruments of torture, to sailing vessels made from what would look on the surface to be woid and steel. On every one of these vessels, the image of a snake with two dripping fangs could be seen, painted to be visible.
