A female silhouette emerged from the darkness without a single sound. The wind coming from the sea brushed the microfiber cloak that hugged her frail body.
‘I’d hoped we’d never meet again’ said the woman in a voice that hinted her alien origins.
‘Good to see you too’ snarled the giant. ‘Did you make it back with no trouble?’
‘It was close this time. I think they planted the tracking device in my ship, found it only after a couple of days and had to lay low. They sent the big guns this time, I almost find it pleasing to see I cause so much trouble to the warlord.’
‘You made your mark but it’s not like you started the movement. This race is not ready for a chain reaction yet, observe how the humans topple every obstacle in their way, there is lots to learn from them.’
‘I don’t find it inspiring. That is not what I am here for. Take a look at those crowds, suddenly filled with the need to go out in that cold darkness, light up some trees, sing a few sickeningly sentimental songs, and forget how bloodthirsty they are every other day of the year.’
‘We call it Christmas.’
‘“We?” Are you still serious about that? Tritonious, they treat you like a monster, a freak even without knowing the monster your father is. How can you be still pretending you’re a part of this?’
‘None of your problem anyway. Your problem is there’ Tritonious pointed towards the night sky. The stars were bright but one of them shone brighter than the others.
‘Believe it or not, two thousand years ago they assumed the fleet was a comet. They were right about one thing: this thing in the sky always means changes. Chaos.’
‘And that is why it will get dirty and bloody soon. Did you find any allies?’
‘Not many. Some didn’t believe me when I said I am more than a mutant. Some laughed. But some took it seriously and we’ll be ready for them.’
‘Good. Here’re the estimated numbers. We’ll be seeing more scout activity in the coming days.’ She handed Tritonious a glowing disk.
‘One more thing – will I ever learn your true name?’ The woman stopped and looked back.
‘Not this time. Call me your sister, call me Virgo, but my true name would mean it’s personal. It’s not. I just want those bastards dead. All of them.’