Ferod first looked at Charollus and then at Shyla, nodding quietly.
"That would work just as well. Go ahead with the prep. We'll have to attach ourselves to your ship in space. The hangars are too low for such an operation" he said and then looked at Viktor.
"And what may drive you to our presence? I hope Charollus hasn't bothered you to the extent of a nervous breakdown yet. She can easily be that way" the Vultan man said before slumping a bit and groaning after his apprentice had manage to nudge him quite strongly via the force.
"Our posturings, our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe,
are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves."
- Carl Sagan