Extinction I:
Commander Mozar stared down at the display screen, unable to look away although he dearly wanted to. It was happening. Actually happening. Despite all the predictions and preparations, it hadn't seemed real until this moment. His sun was going super nova and engulfing his homeworld in its dying blast.
Even if he and all his people were safely away in the armada, it still felt as though all was lost. They couldn't live like this indefinitely. They would run out of food, water and air in time. Fleeing was only the first part of the solution.
"Sir?" He finally tore his eyes away from the screen to glare at his aide. At almost nine feet tall, Zog was short. His garish orange flesh contrasted poorly with his blue uniform and war paint. He was certain that the boy had to be a relative of someone important who had forced him into the position to assuage family pride. He was absolutely useless and Mozar was stuck with him.
"You had better have some good news." Zog's horns swung around as he bobbled his head nervously.
"I have the report from the scientists." He held out an electronic tablet and Mozar snatched it from his grasp. Ahh. So they'd finally found a suitable planet. It looked like the atmosphere would require some adjustment to be breathable but otherwise it had everything they needed. Once the current inhabitants were disposed of.
"Tell the engineers to prepare the hyper-drive. It's time to see our new home."