Undermanned and outgunned. Tranis looked at the vid of the Tragoom ship, a squat mishmash of other species’ ships cobbled together. The vicious race wasn’t interested in developing its own technology; they preferred to steal everyone else’s. He knew better than to be fooled by the almost comical assemblage of the approaching ship. Tragooms were ugly, stupid-looking brutes, but they were cunning fighters. One only had to look at Lidon’s leg to be reminded of that.
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