Parquit

There was a hint of pride in the voice, which Parquit, under the circumstances, did not reprimand.

Bloodhype Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1973

Parquit strode up and down the railing, bawling orders at every section.

Bloodhype Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1973

Parquit noticed he still held the slim, deadly metal case in one hand.

Bloodhype Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1973

Parquit singled out an elderly AAnn seated alone amid thousands of tiny glass cages with captive dials.

Bloodhype Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1973

Parquit was thumping his. tail on the floor behind him.

Bloodhype Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1973

He turned and led the way back towards the shuttle, Parquit keeping pace at one side.

Bloodhype Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1973

In ordering the use of the bulky suits, Parquit privately doubted that they would afford much in the way of protection should the creature decide to go on another rampage.

Bloodhype Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1973

The Commander had informed him via transceiver to expect the mammal Parquit saluted smartly.

Bloodhype Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1973

Parquit spared him a contemptuous glance, waved at the destruction all around.

Bloodhype Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1973

"Your pardon, gentlenye," Commander Parquit interrupted.

Bloodhype Foster, Alan Dean, 1946- 1973