At least three times now heâd fallen into a light recharge waiting for something to happen down on the surface of the planet. Theyâd only been there in any great force since the morning before, and preparations to descend were nearly complete. No communications from the lifeforms down there, no mass movements to suggest they were sending military to meet them-- the wait was excruciating. The wait extended prep time. He took no great joy in conquering, didnât see the point in relation to the mission for which he followed the cause, but he couldnât stand the waiting.Â
   Others did the same not far away. The one which stood out the most-- largest, with a shape that wasnât strange to him so much as it was rare to see in this place, for all their talk of equality --Envoy decided to speak to. Head propped on one disinterested fist, he called across the chamber, âYou. Feelers.âÂ