Cruel

The hall disappeared as the third-level warrior inspected Khan and Monica. The Orlats was clearly angry, and its stare carried a pressure that forced Khan to disregard his surroundings to focus on that potential threat.

The third-level warrior's slightly larger waist and bigger chest revealed its gender. The leader of that alien group was a woman, and her appearance was in line with her companions.

The Orlats were wearing elegant black suits, with black shirts and ties. Jeweled earrings and piercings hung from their eyebrows, but only the third-level warriors wore them on her ears and nose too.

"Khan! Monica!" Luke exclaimed to introduce the two. "I'm afraid you have returned at a bad time."

"That's an understatement!" The third-level warrior snorted while turning toward Luke. "You have caused trouble in my activities for days already. My customers don't like having people prying around while trying to have fun."