Requiem - Michael Jan Friedman [94]
The large, almost insectlike eyes seemed to consider him for a moment. Then the muscular, green-scaled figure stepped aside and indicated the leader with a sweep of his arm. Keeyah was standing among a number of other leaders, judging by their statures and the cut of their garb.
“You are here,” the Gorn said. “It is not a moment too soon, Captain Picard. The opposition is on the verge of victory.”
The captain grunted derisively—also in keeping with Gorn behavior. “Then we have our work cut out for us, do we not? Come, Leader Keeyah. Let us meet our adversaries like warriors. Let us put things right again.”
The Gorn nodded his massive head. “Yes, Picard. We will put things right—no matter how many of them we need to knock down.”
It was the closest that Keeyah would ever come to a joke. Turning, he led the human into the metal-framed council chamber beyond.
Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Epilogue