“…although it has descended into our atmosphere, it’s not too late to shoot Starlight out of the sky.” Eiram’s defense minister, an Enso woman swaddled in a thick coat, nodded approvingly at her adviser before turning to the two queens of her planet. “Queen Dima, Queen Thandeka, you’ve heard the report. You can see it with your own eyes. How much longer can we continue to endanger our people?” “We ask our people to accept a risk,” Queen Dima replied. She was somewhat older than her consort, with thick gray hair twined in complicated braids upon her head.
