Micro/ Flash Fiction Theme: Nice… Pants.
Yorkoton General of the Star Fleet stood frozen in his body armor. Two tiny creatures were attached to his legs.
Mirocks, his translator, snickered. “Nice… pants, General.”
“Remove these larvae from me and find their carapace before they hurt themselves.”
“They are human children, sir. They come that way.” Mirocks laughed.
“Their Hive Queen?”
“Their mother is over there.” Mirocks pointed an antenna at the human diplomat.
“She has no shell either? They will need my protection.” The terrifying leader gently cradled the children while stomping towards the woman.
And this was how the Great General met his future wife.