"This is a different planet then what we have ever taken care of," Mehorgan said.
He got silence in return. They were waiting for more, what his next move would be. He wiped his brow, making sure that they didn't see how nervous he was. He was their leader, he had to be strong.
"We've come to a conclusion to use Sector one thousand and ninety-two, Part V."
Murmurs spread through the crowd.
"He wouldn't."
"It's too toxic."
"It will kill us!"
"Quite!" He roared. Authority was a plus to being leader. You had to have authority to rule, right?
"It should take care of most of those disgusting creatures, those humans."
The cheers that exploded from the crowd were deafening, their clapping boisterous.
He waited patiently for them to settle down. Patience, another virtue to being a good leader.
"Some of them are strong enough to live through it."
Mehorgan looked at the crowd. They were all ready wearing their human faces - ready to join the humans' crowd, ready to take it over.
"That's when we'll bring out RT561."
Murmurs rippled through the crowd again.
"He wouldn't - he can't."
"Now that would definitely kill us!"
HE looked at them, wearing their pitiful human faces. They weren't a particularly smart species. They only know what their nature is - to end.
To end the life of a planet. To end the life of a species.
"There's no need to worry, they are specially trained to hunt humans only," Mehorgan calmed the crowd.
Another blank silence. They're waiting, he thought. What do I say? Shouldn't they be cheering and heading to their crafts to take over the planet Earth? Jurped said this job wasn’t hard. Why is it so hard?
"And you have a new home," he finished awkwardly.
The crowd exploded into cheers. They were getting to move their lives to Earth.
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