Bad Seed 8

Wren looked in shock at the two visions she was seeing. She was on her ship and she was on Ceti-5 staring at all the masters. At first she could only see, as all of them were surprised and gasping at her.

It was a few moments later that she started to hear them. Not only could she hear them, she could also see them clearer.

“So, they have developed Phasic weapons. This is an unexpected development,” Flugret said. “Though slightly effective against us, there are a great many counter measures.”

A startled Wren could only stare for a few moments at her masters. “I thought that this type of communication was impossible, especially at this distance,” Wren said.

“In almost all instances, that is true, though with the use of Phasic weapons? Many of the laws of the universe can be twisted, almost redefined. It is somewhat like your trans-warp,” here the first master paused at the shocked look on Wren’s face. “Yes little one, we know of it, so, like the trans-warp it opens a short path, though for thoughts or projections.”

Wren’s face was screwed up in concentration a moment, then understanding crossed her features. “If that is true, then I assume that it doesn’t last that long?”

The first master shook his head, “it is actually dependent upon the amount of energy that your ship, shielding and you yourself, absorbed. Apparently, you received quite a bit as strong as this is.”

Wren could only shake her head. This could be useful if she could actually do more. A small smile came to her lips as she concentrated, then reached out to Flugret. To her and the other masters there, surprise came to their faces when her hand actually appeared. Wren smiled more as she removed whatever it was that Flugret was holding.

With a turn, Flugret asked the first Master, “how is this possible? Physical manifestation has always been impossible.”

The first Master was deep in thought, then reached his hands toward Wren’s visage. A nod of his head had them all waiting for a possible explanation.

“We all knew that she would differ from us greatly. It appears that she has a further reaching ability. I am assuming that the phasic energy has unlocked an ability within her.” Turning back toward Wren, he said, “I suggest that you not use this often, ’til you are used to using the extra energy that this does.”

Wren was nodding, suddenly feeling weak, her legs shaking. “Master Wren,” Trigon said as she started to sink toward the deck. Luckily, Trigon had several soft items to catch her.

“She should be fine.” The first Master said as the vision of Wren and the ship started to fade.

Wren could barely move as she tried to nod her head, clutching the tool that she’d taken from Flugret’s hand.

The first master turned to the others, “she has more control than she did when she left. The parts of ourselves that are in her, have suggested merging with her. I think that this would be very bad. It would dilute greatly that which makes her unique. Plus, I am afraid that she would no longer be able to help us.”

There were several gasps as many of the masters said, “We hope that you were able to dissuade our parts with her.”

The first Master nodded as he spoke, “I believe that I was able to convey just why that would be a bad decision. Bad not only for her but all of us.” Here the first Master turned to Flugret, “all of the counter-measures are in place? Are active? I have felt for some time that the Empress’s state of mind has been deteriorating.”

A shocked Flugret slowly nodded. The first Master was far more highly sensitive to the thoughts and feelings of other races. “First Master, do you believe that she thinks she can take our planet?”

Several gasps escaped the other Master’s lips, “I have felt some of this, though never thought that she would act upon it,” the second Master said.

“I believe we have sufficient counter-measures that we won’t have to use the full spectrum.” Here the First Master turned to Flugret, “monitor their progress. It never hurts to watch. This new Empire is quite powerful, has advanced far faster than most in the past, and they warrant caution.”

Flugret nodded as he turned back to the controls, flipping several more switches. Half the control board lit up. A small smile came to his lips, the human Empire was about to find out about taking hasty actions against the masters.

On board the lead ship, Empress Esmeralda was smiling at the results that she was getting from her lead scientist. The Phasic missiles that her son had used against her husband’s demon spawn were a lucky break.

She had hoped that the man could produce them faster, then again she needed him. It was good that he was as safe as he was. Strange she thought the man wasn’t afraid of her at all, no matter how much she threatened.

Strolling back on the bridge she said, “open a channel to my lead scientist.”

“Channel open Empress,” the shaking crewman said.

“I was hoping for a progress report, though, I know you are trying not to destroy yourself, the lab or the surrounding area,” Esmeralda said.

The face of an older man appeared in a hologram, “you know me so well.