116 ::: Galactics

The voice of the Soro matriarch growled out of the communications web. “Then we are in agreement to stop this chase and join our forces?”

The Tandu Stalker promised itself it would remove two legs, not one, for the shame of making this agreement.

“Yes,” it replied. “If we continue in the present manner, we will only erode ourselves down to nothing. You Soro fight well, for vermin. Let us unite and end it.”

Krat made it explicit. “We swear by Pact Number One, the oldest and most binding to be found in the Library, to capture the Earthlings together, to extract the information together, and to seek out together the emissaries of our ancestors, to let them be the judges of our dispute.”

“Agreed,” the Tandu assented. “Now let us finish here and turn about together to seize the prize.”