Lost Empire 65

0001 – Tempro

0003 – Conner- Thomas

0097 – Ace – Zimmel

0098 – Lucy

0101 – Shelby (mother ship)

0125 – Lars

0200 – Ellen

0301 – Rodrick

0403 – Johnathon

0667 – Marco – Brown

0778 – Jan

0798 – Celeste – Shelby (human)

0805 – Toran

0808 – Radella

0908 – Tara – Mara

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Ungrown – unnumbered

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2 – onboard Shelby, 0250 Tendra

1000 – Sherry in Re-gen

0999 – Zan – still lost

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Known and OR numbered

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0501 – Thaddeus

???? – Lena

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William finally found his voice, then sank to his knees. Tears were starting to flow as he stated, “she’s alive? My god she’s alive!”

Trent Hartwell of course, was stunned to silence. His Niece was alive? All the reports that he’d received had said that she was dead, for quite some time now. Shaking his head, he should have known better than to trust what he hadn’t seen for himself.

Nodding Trent suddenly stared at Greeson, “Wait! You said that she, is now one of the three most important people in the empire? You’re sure it’s our Lucie?”

Greeson started to smile, while nodding. “Oh, I’m sure. She looks a lot like you, yeah, I’m sure. Also, I think that her brother, might have a bit to say about it also.”

Both men’s heads snapped around to stare even harder at Greeson. “Her brother?”

“I’m her only brother, Little Johnny was killed years ago. We all saw the official report.” William continued on.

Greeson’s face held shock as he shook his head no. “No sir, I’m afraid that you have been misinformed. Admiral Hartwell, is the commander of the Imperial space fleet.”

Both William and Trent could only stare at Greeson with open mouths. “My god!” Trent was whispering, “they are BOTH still alive!”

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Near where the defeat of the Tendraxian fleet occurred, three small ships were closing in on the life sign readings. The damaged ship’s operator was having the hardest time, keeping up with the other two.

“We’re getting close to the first set of readings.” The operator of the first working ship stated. “Since you are having as much trouble as you are, I suggest you take the first.” He told the damaged ship’s operator.

“Alright, though, I suggest that the both of you hurry. I’m not sure if my trans-warp is going to last much longer. The Criteria chamber is starting to show metal stress.” The damaged ship’s operator replied.

“It shouldn’t take that long. We might have the other two before you are done.” The second working ship’s operator said, as the two working ships accelerated past the damaged one.

The damaged ship operator started to slow, keeping an eye on the other two, as they grew smaller. Finally coming to a stop, near what appeared to be almost a coffin, he shook his head. ‘What in the hell have we gotten ourselves into,’ he thought?

Scanning the box, he just hoped its energy lasted long enough. The A.I. on this ship, was nowhere as advanced as the EIG’s. Even as he watched, he saw that the other two ships, had already started in on the other two pods. An hour later, he was surprised when the first two sets of tests, had cleared, plus the third appeared just as clear moving forward rapidly.

He’d just completed working on what he could with the ship’s engines, when an alert went off.

“Warning, warning! Life support of capsule is failing, life support of capsule is failing! Suggest opening capsule to extract living subject contained within.” The A.I. was telling him.

“Time ’til all four sets finished?” The operator stated.

“Now beginning last set, estimated time, twenty minutes.” The A.I. replied.

“Is there any way to render aid without bringing the capsule on board?” The operator asked.

“Working,” came the A.I.’s reply. “Possible to add energy. Warning! If attempted, ship’s power may be compromised. Suggestion: if attempt is made, use non-essential systems only.”

The operator thought about it a moment then stated, “Make it so. Add as much energy as is safely possible.”

“Compliance,” the A.I. replied.

A moment later, a thin line of energy shot out of the small ship striking the capsule. The operator nodded as he saw that the levels of the capsule were starting to climb.

“Now shutting down. Power of capsule has been extended another twenty two minutes. Last set running now, many of the dangers that were present have been eliminated.” The A.I. reported.

Breathing a sigh of relief the man went back to fixing what he could. He really needed to go out to repair a great deal of the damage. Shaking his head he knew that wasn’t about to happen.

It was almost twenty one and a half minutes later, when he brought the capsule aboard. Several alarms were going off as he tried in vain, to open it. “Have you got anything yet?” The man was yelling trying to get above the alarms.

“Working, the first set of locks are open. Second set starting to release. Warning, Warning! Breathable atmosphere within the capsule reaching toxic levels! Asphyxiation is imminent.” The A.I. droned on.

“I know!” The man was shouting. “Get it open NOW!”

A moment later, there was a loud pneumatic hiss as the lid started to slide back. Grabbing the lid, the man was trying to force the lid open faster. Looking inside, the man’s mouth dropped open as the female inside, was gasping for breath, a look of terror on her face. Almost frozen, the man reached over hitting several controls next to him.

Finally sitting up, the female was looking around a wild look on her face. Espying the man, she quickly calmed lowering her head and eyes.

“I am sorry lord sir. I was afraid that I was going to expire. Please forgive me for reacting like this.” The petite female stood, causing the man’s mouth to drop open even more, as he saw that she was indeed stark naked! That plus her ashen hair and skin were striking. “I accept whatever punishment you desire to give me.”

The man was speechless as he tried, several times, to form a sentence. His eyes still locked on her body, he was barely able to answer the beeping communicator.

“I say again, come in, Outmute one.