The necanthrope stands alone, patiently waiting, watching the skies. Occasionly he blinks the rain away from his eyes.
An operative closes his mobile and walks over to him.
"Sir, Fold Station Pandora reports that the landing shuttle is entering the atmosphere now."
He inclines his head slightly, the barest of nods.
Another operative spots the shuttle first, and starts making sure everyone is ready.
The shiver's exit their APC's and form a tight, armed cordon around the landing site.
As the bulbous shuttle touches down, the necanthrope strides torwards it.
The shuttles airlock cycles and a figure can be seen standing in the doorway, its bulk silluoeted from the lights of the shuttles control panel.
The necanthrope kneels before the doorway.
"Honoured Emissary. My Lord, the Perceptor Teeth, bids you welcome to the planet Mort. I am Dagar, and I have been assigned to ensure that you reach your meeting safely."
The figure steps from the shuttle and giggles, the tight body suit that covers her, rippling. A gasp is heard from behind the necanthrope.
"With you guarding me Dagar, I feel alot safer."
She steps forward again, now level with Dagar, who turns to walk with her. She wraps her arm round his and smiles.
This time the necanthrope gasps.
"Ma'am, this breaks protocol and could endanger you."
The emissary seems unperturbed and carries on, dragging Dagar with her slightly till he decides to move with her. They pass the operatives waiting near the Kilcopter, who simply stare at the emissaries sensous body, sharp metallic claws, silver eyes and long fleshy tail coming from the head. They reach the awaiting Kilcopter, enter and lift off.
The operative opens his mobile and dials HQ.
"HQ, Dagar and the alien are on their way, ETA 2 minute."
He closes his mobile again and stares at his colleague.
"What the fuck was that thing?"
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