The Droog Decide [Distant Earth]

“We don’t have time for decontamination. We land now, or we die.”

The Droog had fled to this corner of the galaxy with everything that remained of their civilization aboard one ship. Their enemies had claimed their homeworld after decades of battle, and now the Droog population–a little less than 700–faced total extinction, not from war, but from disease.

“We don’t yet know how the native inhabitants of this planet will react to the mutagens,” one voice spoke up from behind the captain.

Anguish crossed his grey face, and after a long silence, finally he spoke. “We land.”

And with this decision the Droog sentenced Earth to an eternity of mutations and violence.


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