You feel discombobulated, like your cells are scrambled to the wind as you are held in the tight embrace of this alien stranger. He hushes you, still as a statue. When the two ships pass and fly off, he deactivates the cloak and steps away from you. He bows. “Xera-tan. I humbly ask for your forgiveness, Human. I am Aegis, Prince of Parthax-Nine.”
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