I don't know what's worse. The tattooed, arrogant seven-foot-tall aliens who look at me like dinner, or the beasts that want to EAT me for dinner!
Death is dropping from the sky. I lost my parents to the Scorp, and I'm not going to lose the four orphans who rely on my protection. The last thing I need is three cocky aliens getting in my way.
Welcome to the Aurelian Empire, where brutal seven-foot-tall alien warriors come in threes.