The silence of the control room lingered, only eased when the two tall figures breathed in as their PAKs whirled to life. The purple one set a hand on the red one’s chest to help him up. He grunted and brought a hand to his head, looking at the warm, pink blood that stained his fingers when he brought it back.
It had been a long time since his own blood had been spilled, but it in no way brought the rush of adrenaline that it would have in normal conditions; on the battle field fighting for his planet and for his empire. This time it only brought forth a rush of hatred, one of which he hadn’t felt since the battle for planet Vort.
“How dare they.” The purple one spat.
“Easy,” Reassured the other, tearing his eyes away from his blood covered fingers and to the large window. Earth still lay in the ship’s sights, pathetic and small, just like the life inhabiting it. “They’ve won this round, yes. But this is far from ove