Lost Empire 67

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, in Re-gen

0250 Tendra

1000 – Sherry

0999 – Zan – still lost

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Known and OR numbered

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0501 – Thaddeus

???? – Lena

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Shelby was staring at the almost petrified Tendraxian female. Though she’d visibly relaxed, Shelby could still tell that the female was terrified.

“Who are you?” The female was whispering barely looking at Shelby.

“Well, since you called my husband the beast leader, then I must be the female beast leader.” Shelby stated after thinking a moment.

“You? We have never been told that the females were leaders. Therefore, we know that no females can be the beasts of this kingdom.” The pale female stated growing less frightened.

Shelby’s eyes were wide a moment then she nodded. So, she was going to have her work cut out for her.

“No, my dear, I can well assure you that I also rule the empire. Though,” here Shelby looked at Derrick. “At the moment I am working toward ruling more equally than I was.”

This of course made Derrick grimace a bit. Which of course wasn’t lost on the pale female, whose mouth was hanging open even more.

“It really is true; we’d not believed it had we not seen it.” The female was muttering under her breath. Turning toward Derrick the female lowered her head as she almost whispered. “I beg for mercy for the others here Master lord sir. You may dispose of me if you wish, if you will only spare my sister and the other two.”

A long drawn out sigh from Derrick caused the female to briefly look up then back down to the deck.

“I don’t know what I’m going to have to do to convince all the races that I am not a war monger” Derrick stated, causing Shelby to giggle a bit. “It’s really not funny Shelby!” Which caused Shelby to laugh a little more.

“You have to admit,” Shelby finally said after she caught her breath. “With these fantastic, huge ships, some might see you and the empire that way.”

Startled a moment Derrick could only nod his agreement. Though as he saw it, he wasn’t the one attacking.

“Alright you deserve an answer.” Derrick finally stated to the female. “One, I am not going to dispose of you or any of the others. Two, you are not prisoners and will be afforded freedom.” Derrick held up his hand when the female had a look of confusion about that. “Three, if you wish I will return you to your world unharmed.”

“This goes against all that we were told and learned all our lives.” The female stated. “We were told that if we were ever captured that we would be tortured unmercifully.” The female said a look of worry on her face.

Derrick could only sigh again putting his face into his hands. It was going to be an obviously long day.

Lucie had been watching the proceeding the whole time. Trying her best not to laugh after all seeing her proper military brother having trouble. This was just too good to be true, after all his strict military years. A sly smile came to her lips when she thought that, he needed to have things shook up a bit.

Then again she thought, as she saw the emperor put his face into his hands, too much might not help either.

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Captain Greeson and General Norman had just sat down when there was a knocking outside the ship. Turning on an external view screen they all saw the almost enraged form of Mara Callie.

“Oh dear,” the pilot of Onai’s ship stated. “It appears that there is an extremely angry female outside the ship.” Just then they saw that the young woman was shouting.

Greeson’s and Norman’s eyes went wide when they recognized Mara. “Uh oh,” Norman stated as he looked over to Greeson.

Greeson nodded, “Yeah I agree, you think we could let her in?” Greeson said as he turned toward the pilot.

The pilot looked again at the woman now yelling in earnest at the ship. “That depends, just who is she?”

Greeson sighed about to answer, when Norman answered, “She is my daughter, also his fiancé.” Norman said indicating Greeson.

The pilot nodded a moment then his eyes opened wide, “Ah! I see, the woman Onai spoke of. It might be rather prudent to allow her in, I am sure Onai would allow it.”

A moment later the door started to slide open slowly. They could hear the end of Mara’s tirade. “Open this door, don’t make me get the emperor!” A moment later a still angry Mara marched in right up to Greeson. “Don’t do this again without notifying me!” She suddenly stopped when she saw the body of Onai. “Oh my god what happened?”

Greeson spoke low as he answered, “I went against the new leader of the sect. For a while I thought I had him, I was too confident. When he put me down, Master stepped in. When Master Onai also entered the fray, she was hit falling away. When I awoke Master gave me this recording, asked me to bring her body here. I was to ask her pilot to contact her father and play him the recording.”

Greeson turned bowing to the pilot. “Do not feel you failed young student of Masuta Kimon. You continued the art as it should be. You followed his orders to the letter.” The pilot stated, also bowing.

Greeson shook his head no, “I am afraid of what master will do. He told me that: {I would say that I will see you in Ame, though the path I am on now, almost guarantees I will be sent to Jigoku.}”

Both the pilot and Norman hissed when Greeson conveyed this. “Plus, I also fear that he loved her far more than he let on. Greeson said that Kimon was already in the beginning throes of the blood lust.” Norman sadly stated.

“That is indeed a tragedy. After the test, Masuta Kimon was elevated to clan Masuta. There hasn’t been one for a long time. Father was the last if I recall.” The pilot replied. “Please, be seated while I contact council and clan leader Isamu Sakuta,” here he turned toward Onai’s body, “her father.”

It was a few moments before the holo-gram of the same older oriental man as from before appeared. “Rida,” the pilot said as he bowed. “The student of Masuta Kimon has returned with grave news.”

“Sir,” Greeson started bowing, “I was instructed to return with the body of your daughter. I was also instructed to play this, when I contacted you.” The older man looked over the body of his daughter nodding. Then at the three men and woman that were also bowing to him.

“Arise. This is from Masuta Kimon I take it?” The man said.