Aliens Fired On'a Human Hospital Ship Thinking It Was Unarmed Then

The mercy of dawn drifted through the ruins of the Kylian corridor like a ghost. White hull, red crosses, beacon lights pulsing softly into the void. Captain Maher advanced stood on the bridge, knuckles white, staring at the tactical display. It simply ceased, folded inward, compressed into a sphere of molten ruin, then vanished. Uncaved into every medical vessel afterward with simple words, we heal first, we endure always.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.