Household Matters

Deputy defense secretary Chris had beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He swallowed involuntarily and looked up to see the blue sky blotted out by densely packed warships. They emerged from that main battleship and gradually enlarged until more than forty thousand warships of varying sizes covered the heavens. "Alien, perhaps we should... talk." Chris swallowed nervously, forcing himself to remain calm despite his tension. He felt as though the massive main battleship overhead had glanced at him.