In 2078, Earth was invaded. |
After the Fall tells the stories of that time.
Excerpt from Tria's Tale:
Going down fighting seemed a lot better way to die than being slaughtered like a cow. Scowling, Tria snapped, "I acknowledge the debt."
"Excellent. This is Mrir and he will be your trainer. Obey him, or I'll devise interesting punishments for your failure." The Drac turned to the big felinoid. "She's your responsibility. I want her ready for the Pit within two months of our return. You're free to treat her however you wish, Mrir."
He said something else, in a different language before lumbering off, hissing quietly. It made the other alien blink. Tria glared after the Drac for a moment, hatred burning bright. Transferring the glare to the cat man, she asked, "What are you?"
"I am a Katarr. Are you well enough to walk a short distance?" His voice was low, deep and a little raspy. He hadn't moved from his spot. "There are more comfortable quarters than this cell waiting for you."