“It will be as you say. XXX A wry smile came to her lips as she assumed a defensive position. Thomas’s anger was starting to reach the boiling point. “Damn, here I thought the Wablongs were morons.”
“Master Wren,” Trigon broke in a moment later, “Thermic missile supply is less than fifty percent. She was the greatest ruler Earth had ever had. It is our hope that with this adjustment that you will be able to maintain control yourself soon. All new parameters are loaded, I am detecting something on the extreme edge of long-range sensors. Ship seems to not be working? That should keep them another few days he thought. Especially after she fooled ALL the planet and the Emperor like she had. Plus, you know it takes longer to make them.” Wren sighed as she thought.
