Six Sentence Sunday – Alien Conquest (Clans of Kalquor 3)

Undermanned and outgunned.  Tranis looked at the vid of the Tragoom ship, a squat mishmash of other species’ ships cobbled together.  The vicious race wasn’t interested in developing its own technology; they preferred to steal everyone else’s.  He knew better than to be fooled by the almost comical assemblage of the approaching ship.  Tragooms were ugly, stupid-looking brutes, but they were cunning fighters.  One only had to look at Lidon’s leg to be reminded of that.
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