"General, it seems like you've run into some trouble again," a voice as soft and melodious as wind chimes suddenly rang out, making every hair on Vaidya's body stand on end.
He spun around, weapon raised, his battle-hardened instincts kicking in. His eyes locked onto a sleek, egg-shaped vessel hovering silently just above his head. The metallic surface gleamed faintly under the pale moonlight, reflecting the distant flames from the campfires below.
Without lowering his weapon, Vaidya narrowed his eyes, suspicion clouding his features. The craft was unfamiliar, but something about it tugged at his memory. He squinted, his fingers tightening around the trigger.
Then it clicked.
"You… are you with the man who saved us before?" he asked warily, his voice gruff with restrained hostility.
