I walked through the Great Hall, staring at the several specimens locked in the containers, straining to survive. The Resisty were trying to rehabilitate the lost species killed by the Irken empire, but were failing miserably. My own civilization was dying off, due to a recent run in with them. It was a horrible war, but our people decided to join the Resisty rather than to fight them off. Why did they do it so late, though? I ran into someone while I was deep in thought. I looked down.
"Oh, hi, Lard Nar."
"Soo, how's it going?" I said slowly, obviously sensing the awkwardness in the air. Lard Nar growled.
"I did not come here to have a chummy conversation with you. I have come here to tell you that you've been assigned to a mission."
"A mission?!" I squeaked excitedly. He sighed.
"Yes," he said while rubbing his temples, obviously in a bad mood. "You've been assigned to go to Earth."
"Earth?" I complained. My antennas drooped. I did not want to go the same planet as the Irken Empire's biggest idiot, even if he is a help to our cause.