Lost Empire

Chapter 77

0001 - Tempro

0003 - Conner- Thomas

0097 - Ace - Zimmel

0098 - Lucy

0101 - Shelby (mother ship)

0125 - Lars

0130 - Gillese

0200 - Ellen

0250 - Tendra

0301 - Rodrick

0403 - Johnathon

0778 - Jan

0798 - Celeste - Shelby (human)

0805 - Toran

0808 - Radella

0881 - Handrax

0908 - Tara - Mara

1000 - Sherry

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Ungrown - unnumbered

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0100 - Derry (father ship)

Rescued from Tendraxiansso far

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4 on Shelby 2 in re-gen

8 on Lucy

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Known and OR numbered

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0501 - Thaddeus

???? - Lena---------------------------

missing - 0667 - Marco

0999 - Zan - still lost

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Kimon sighed as once again, both Jimison and Difina were flying across the room. He himself hadn't even started to teach them.

Kimon's thoughts were interrupted as Captain David Greeson's voice snapped out. "Get up, you worthless flotsam. If you can't learn this, then there is no use trying to teach you more!"

A small smile crept to Kimon's lips. Though not quite to master level, Greeson was an excellent teacher.

A look out the door to the training area, showed that there were more than a few of the male cat crew. when they had first arrived, the Emperor had announced who they were, to more than a few scoffs.

As the four of them had made their way to their quarters, Kimon had incapacitated quite a few. This of course hadn't stopped many more from also trying. They also hadn't fared much better.

Once they had reached the training room, no one had dared to enter. This all of them knew would be a death sentence. Well, one had dared, he of course, Kimon, had nearly decapitated. That at least had deterred the rest to remain outside the room.

Kimon watched as Greeson rapidly advanced on the two. "I said on your feet! You have only been going twelve hours, we have barely started!"

Both stood, both of their legs were wobbly as they took their stance. Greeson was about to start again when Kimon spoke. "Hold Greeson!"

Greeson turned to Kimon bowed then sat in meditation. Both Jimison and Difina stayed alert expecting an attack at any moment.

"You have done well my student." Kimon stated to Greeson who did not move. "As for the two of you, I expect much from the both of you, unfortunately neither of you have ever trained in the art. Go, eat, rest I expect the both of you here at the same time tomorrow." When neither relaxed their stance, Kimon nodded, then slightly bowed. "Go, expect more tomorrow."