Chapter 8

The Uni-Council delegation had scarcely lifted clear of the carnage when a small, sleek ship slipped inover the scene, flying low and slowly among mountain peaks to remain unnoticed. As the delegation’s transport faded into the dusky sky, the slender, silver-gray craft circled the area.

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At the controls, former Uni-Fleet Captain Balt Donovan flew slowly across the site of the gathering. A few of the fallen still stirred, though most were clearly dead, many burned almost to cinders. Fear mixed with a horrible rage curdled in his belly. The vicious deception and wanton genocide had occurredhere went beyond despicable. If Jayce had survived, which looked increasingly unlikely, how bitter he would be to have played a part in it. Knowing what a caring and honorable man Jayce was, Balt fought against pain-induced nausea. Jayce would probably be near suicidal. As for himself, he wanted nothing more than to leave this place and hope the memory did not follow him.