Chapter 70
Galactic Standard Date: 152,323.04 BC
Orbit – Haven-3:
Diplomatic Carrier ‘Prince of Tyre’
Prime Minister Lucifer
LUCIFER
Half-formed creatures screamed in the nightmare. Disjointed images spun around him in a jagged vortex. The scent, and taste, of blood.
Gradually he became aware of the reassuring hum of the hyperdrive engines throbbing beneath him, the soft hiss of the atmospheric recycler, and muffled boots marching outside his hatch. Lucifer clutched the luxurious satin sheets—and vomited.
"Zepar?" he cried out.
Nobody answered. He crawled to the edge of his bed and fumbled on the nightstand until his hand touched a cold, familiar pin. He held the comms unit up to a pair of lips which tasted like pasty cheese-scum, stale liquor, and rotten meat.
"Zepar?" his brea
