Five millenniums have passed since the loathsome Termans were eliminated from the world of Diskra.... But what of the other planets?
Now he could feel the vibra-currents through the liquids of the huge tanks where he had lain somnolent for untold aeons. It was pleasant, caressing. For a moment he floated there, enjoying to the utmost this strange sensation as the renewed thought-life-force set his every convolution to pulsing.
"To be once more aware! O gloriously aware!" the thought came fierce and vibrant. "Once more they have wakened me--but how long has it been?" Then curiously: "And what can they want this time?"
The huge brain was alert now, with a supernal sense of keening. Tentatively he sent out a thought-potential that encompassed the room.
"They are afraid!" he sensed. "Two have entered here, and they are afraid of me. I shall remedy that!"
Braanol lowered his thought-potential to one-eighth of one magnitude, and felt his mind contact theirs. "Approach, my children," he said kindly. "You have nothing to fear from me! I take it you are the imperial messengers sent by her Supreme Magnificence, the Empress Alaazar?"
He felt the fright slip from their minds. But they were startled.
Diskra is the fourth planet from the Sun and the natives there are plagued by creatures called Termans, which had recently grown in size and cleverness. Chased across the planet by their enemies, they send an expedition to the third planet to check its suitability for colonization.
Nothing special, a few small "Aha!" moments.