"Is everything in order?" asked the lean and predatory Corillian raider-master. "No problem for Grok," puffed the hulking Grokian chief. "Humans puny. We beat them good and throw them in the big room like you say." The Corillian cocked his head, staring with one cold eye. "You mean the small isolation room. The one below the cooling chamber." The Grokian chief screwed up his eyes in concentration a moment. "Yah -- under the machines. Buuut -- room not real small. Crowded. Boxes and stuff." "What machines?" snapped the Corillian. "Was it a cooling chamber or not?" "Yah, uh, yah. Big spires." "Spires? Not spires you idiot! SPIRALS! COOLING SPIRALS! What room did you lock them in!" Muffled explosions from below confirmed the Corillian's rising fear? |