[Blackronin]

The Third Sister croaked to the Second Son. Her hair was pushed back in disarray. She was very afraid. "They are coming." He turn his beak sideways signaling his understanding. "My shirt is not stained", he said slowly as the ritual demanded. "Yes", she replied, and her hair stood up in pride, "and your eyes are bright and you are now the most beautiful." He smiled with his hair and shoved her away. "You must go now. Take the others and the eggs." Without any other word she left. The Second Son looked up. The wave of enemy ships had all landed. Several humans in mechanized armor advanced slowly. "It is time to create a diversion", he said to himself. And he pressed a device. An explosion took out several humans. But they were many. Soon I'll die, he thought, I hope I give them enough time to leave. "I am now the most beautiful", he screamed and another explosion destroyed an advancing human tank.