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SUMMARY: The Lekers, a violent reptile race, make first contact with the an unknown enemy. Tentions arise and the threat of Intergalactic War looms. Read to find out

The Crown Prince took in everything that the lowly Leker had said. This was a great opportunity for him. Yet at the same token it could also be a great humiliation for Grimar.
Dreams of grandeur flew through the prince's mind, as he considered what to door. Deep inside, a part of him had already chosen. Despite his pampered upbringing and overall gentleness, Grimar was still a Leker. And he desired blood. He wanted to rip through flesh and laugh in the face of his victims as he enjoyed the looks of pain and suffering upon their eyes and the screams. The horrible yells and shouts that were the dying throes of a man. Or perhaps even better, a female.

The Crown Prince arose and walked down in front of the lowly Leker. "You have told me many things this evening. I thank you for your service to the empire." For just a moment, the Leker felt pride. Pride at having been congratulated by Grimar, and having his service recognized. Yet that feeling of pride was about to disappear. Grimar laughed and thrust his hands into the servant's gut. He smiled with glee as he felt his claws ripping through the Leker's organs and intestines.

As the Leker screamed in pain and agony, Grimar took it all in. As the green blood of the Leker was thrown around the room, the prince felt happy. He hadn't had this satisfaction in a long time. Long buried blood lust crept to the surface as he finally reached his prize. The prince enjoyed the Leker's screams a few seconds longer. He wrapped his hands around the Lekers heart and pulled. Grimar laughed and held the heart high as it continued to beat and green blood rushed all over his arms, and head. The prince opened his jaws and pushed the heart deep into his mouth. Within seconds he began to chew.

His razor sharp jaws dug into the Leker flesh. Grimar savored the taste and then swallowed. He almost could swear he could feel the warm beat of the heart as it went into his gut. Somehow the lowly Leker was still alive and manages one last word off of his lips," Why....?" Grimar laughed and raised his hands over the Leker's face. "Because you questioned me. The moment you did, your death was assured. Your weak and I shall crush you with my own claws," Grimar positioned his hands over the Leker's skull and squeezed.

He could feel the Leker's skull break within his hands and gave a blood curling scream of delight. Then Grimar finally gave within to his instincts and began to consume the Leker. Even the Captain looked away in disgust as Grimar went on an eating orgy. He ate the entire Leker whole, from tail to head. Blood covered his lips as he finally finshed. The prince was bathed in green blood, and his scales glistened ever more in the dim light of the ship.

"Captain. Clean up this mess, said Grimar motioning with his claws to the pool of blood beneath his feet. "

The captain swallowed his disgust and averted his eyes from the Prince. "Would my lord like a towel to clean himself with?" Grimar noticed the Captain's averence to the blood and smiled. "No, I rather like the feeling of blood on me. Within hours we shall all be bathing in it."

Grimar gave a gasp of delight as he licked his lips. "Prepare the men, we are going to find this ship and board it. Let everyone know they may ...enjoy themselves. We will kill everyone last one of them...to the frailest one and smallest child."

Even the guards, who had been trained from birth not to loved blood and the crushing of flesh, felt sick at his words. There was no honor in killing a child, in consuming one that was so weak. Yet they said nothing lest they have the same fate as the Leker. The Captain ran out of the room, as quickly as he could. When he had crosses the threshold that separated the throne, he fell to his knees and threw up.

The vile fluid flew from hsi lips and soiled his meticulously polished scales. He felt the taste of old Gerisha Meat and got to his knees. He strolled in the proud gait that is the Leker's and headed for the control room. He had orders to follow, and he already knew what would happen if he disobeyed. He had just seen it.