Bad Seed 10

Wren still had an almost evil smile on her face as she looked at the shattered, lifeless planet. Now four of the six traitorous races were gone. She felt like she could hear the earth’s souls of the billions killed sigh in satisfied relief.

“How much damage did we inflict on my brother’s ship,” Wren asked.

“All readings from the encounter indicate that they had lost thirty percent of their power output. Their shields were down almost fifty percent, their hyper – drive was also at half power,” Trigon said.

“Good,” Wren almost purred. “Then we shouldn’t have too hard of a time, tracking his traitorous ass.”

“Unfortunately, I am afraid that we might. Long range tracking is still somewhat blind from the four shatter bombs,” Trigon told her.

“I thought that we had overcome that after the last time,” Wren said.

“As I told you, master Wren, the sheer amount of high radiation, is still playing havoc with any shielding. The new material I put in place only reduced interference by ten percent. Still too much for the sensors to overcome,” Trigon said.

Wren sighed, still it was a good day. She still had to find any colonies and outposts that the Jutrocs had. She was also sure that they had asked the arrogant Zetcrons for help. Another evil smile lit up her face. Yes, that race gone, would definitely make the universe a much better place.

“For now, let my coward of an ass brother run. Now, I want a wide search for any and all signatures of the Jutrocs. If you even get a blip of them, I want to know. By the end of the day, I want all of them dead.” Wren said.

“Yes, Master Wren, commencing search now. Will you be training ’til such time as I locate any?” Trigon asked.

“Possibly later, for now I have to talk to the pieces of the Masters that are in me,” Wren said as she sighed. “I have a feeling that this conversation isn’t going to be very pleasant.”

Less than a minute later, Wren sat waiting for the voices she knew would be berating her.

Really little Wren came the thoughts of Flugret. Was it absolutely necessary to destroy everyone?

Master, as I tried to explain, I made a vow, took an oath, to find and completely destroy them. In not doing so, it opens the way for others to think that my race was a weak Empire. It sends a message that says to the effect, come kill us, we are weak, we won’t fight back. No, I am sending out a message that we will respond in kind. Returned Wren’s thoughts.

Little Wren came the first master’s thoughts. Revenge can be useful but…

Revenge?! No first, Master, this goes far beyond revenge. Over four billion souls are crying out for justice, not revenge. The six races tried to eradicate the human race. They weren’t prepared for just how fierce the small earth force would fight. As I remember, the six races lost over a trillion ships, almost half. No not revenge, justice.

There was a gasp from all the parts of the Masters, as well as Wren. The memories of her younger sister, Hellena Dreese Tenagram, seemed to be ripping through her mind. Then also the memories of her mother, memories that attempted to debilitate her further.

The seemingly fresh memories made her sad only a moment before the raging, seething anger filled Wren. Her father’s forced marriage to that bitch and whore of a stepmother.

The rage started to climb higher, Wren didn’t notice that her entire person was glowing a glaring red. Thomas! Hailed as a hero for years, now not only was IT alive, he was the biggest traitor to earth.

Wren? Two voices were calling her, one within the other near her head. “Wren?” Came Trigon’s voice.

“What!” Wren tried to shout though her voice came out as a weak whisper.

“You have to calm down as the Masters taught you. Your energy output has increased to almost ten times what it was. Your external temperature has also started to rise. I am reading a temperature of 51.6667°C (125°F), you must bring it down before you burn up,” Trigon said.

A shocked Wren looked at the wall as she started to release as much of her anger as she could. Trigon was right. She could feel the heat rolling off her in waves. Slowly she felt the heat start to lessen.

Less than a few moments later, the same alarm that she’d heard a few hours ago went off. Amazingly, Wren’s power and the heat dissipated within seconds.

“I am detecting ten planets that have the life signs of the Jutrocs on them. I am also detecting life signs of the Zetcrons on five of the planets,” Trigon said.

“Good, it’ll save me the trouble of hunting down a few of their outposts,” Wren said as another evil-looking smile came to her face. “Charge all weapons, how many shatter bombs have you made?”

“I have two. I have been working on the Thermic missiles you designed. Though not as powerful as the shatter bombs, they are still capable of reaching 2760°C (5000°F),” Trigon said.

“The count you have of them?” Wren asked.

“At present I have almost four hundred.