Trojian Horse
Chapter 34

“My lord, communications with the armada have been re-established,” one of the bridge occupants informed Reeger.

“At last,” Reeger declared.

Reeger kept his eyes fixed on the viewing window that looked out into a foreign world covered in lush greens, vivid reds, bright blues, and clear green waters. He would scorch it all to the ground when he dealt with the Vulpeculae. After much deliberation, he decided that there would be no survivors from among the Vulpeculae, not even the children. So long as they lived they posed a threat to him and there was no telling when they would begin to adopt the thinking of their parents. No, it was all too much of a risk. They would all have to die. He had given instruction though that if Roue, Hethios or the Queen were found they were not to be harmed but instead brought to him. They would be his trophies until he was prepared to dispense with them.

He relished the thought of razing all this to the ground. Hethios would get to see the planet he had started to call home engulfed in smouldering flames, every living thing wiped from existence before the Dracien armada took off and disappeared into the vastness of the galaxy to continue the work of the galactic domination unhindered by the defunct resistance.

He would use the genetic material of Hethios to further improve himself as he had done so many times before. His excellent agility he owed to the peoples of Agors, his unrivalled strength to the Hatheens, his great vision to the Thoros, his ingenuity and intelligence to the Georas all of whom had died to impart their gifts to him. When he captured one of them and deciphered their usefulness he could then begin the work of drawing enough genetic material from them to splice with his own until their strongest attributes began expressing themselves in him. Hethios would die to give up the secrets to their tough almost impenetrable skins locked up in his genetic material. He, Reeger, would be the ultimate being in the galaxy. No, the universe. Very soon he would be unstoppable.

Reeger instructed the ground troops to begin deploying. Scouts were sent to determine the best area for a ground assault while aerial attack ships were made ready for attack when the time came. Reeger left the bridge and went to his own private quarters. He would need his armour for this. The Vulpeculae, Hethios and Roue would all get their due reward. His only regret was not finishing the boy when it mattered, although he had told Reinon that he had completed the task. He had no idea where the boy was now. His existence remained a threat to him, a threat to the cause and his mission. For now, he would content himself with reducing the number of possible allies the boy could replace when he eventually made himself known.

Maloch found him in his quarters preparing his armour for the assault.

“Sssire,” he said, bowing low as he entered the room.

“Well, Maloch, what information do you have for me?”

“I had him sir. Roue. I know where I last saw him and I have a feeling he will surface again when the assault begins. He had a Ser-oos child with him.”

Reeger sat silently for a few moments contemplating the usefulness of the information.

“That cannot be. It cannot be!” Reeger shouted, jumping up from his seat in indignation. He slammed the wall with his fist and let out a terrifying roar that made even Maloch squirm.

“My lord, he was weak. I almost killed him myself and if he had the Thalios he would have put up a better fight. He didn’t. He was saved by some pathetic beast. You will easily deal with him sssire.”

Reeger calmed down considerably on hearing Maloch’s words. He seated himself down again.

“Very well, Maloch. See to the preparations for the assault.”

Maloch bowed low and exited the room rather hurriedly.