Bad Seed

Chapter 3

With only an hour to go to the appointed meeting point, Wren slipped into the training area. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, Wren tried to center her energy.

So far, she had managed to increase her power, though her energy use was far too high. She was missing something, though for the life of her she couldn't think of what.

Unfortunately, the mention of her brother's name, still had her anger seething inside. Thomas Tygoron, she would most definitely make whomever was using his name pay. Unlike the Eloagones she had slowly eradicated, the bastard that dared to use Thomas name, would suffer far greater.

"Trigon, set to next set of training drones, I need the next level. I have to find what I am missing." Wren said as she quickly ran through the information and visual records.

"Next level set Master Wren, again I must protest that." Trigon started

"Shut the hell up!" Wren shouted feeling the seething anger within her though reduced by more than half. A shake of her head she started again on her training, have to rid myself of the anger. If I go in like this, I'll have no hope of emerging alive.It was almost an hour later, Wren covered in a fine sweat heard the proximity alarms go off.

"Shut down all training activities. Have a complete wok up of the buyer by the time I reach the control room." Wren said.

"I am working it up now Master Wren. I have to advise you that there seems to be information missing." Trigon advised her.

A small growl escaped Wren's throat, "send a communique, I either have the rest of the data, or I am leaving. I think that they know that they have nothing that can touch me. If they think they can take it, also advise them that I am not held responsible if they attack. I will defend this ship without prejudice."

Wren hopped into the sonic shower, hurrying after to dress. She'd just reached the control room when several alarms went off.

"Damn fuckers," Wren mumbled low. "I wasn't going to use stealth, I suggest we go to it now, adjust course immediately." Wren looked over the power attack ships that were approaching from the planet the had achieved orbit of. "Take us behind them as soon as you can, they are seriously starting to piss me off."

"Send them another message, back off or they are going to start losing ships." Wren said through clenched teeth.

"Message sent, still no reply." Trigon said right before there were several blasts that where they had been.

Wren could only shake her head. "Fire a photonic missile at the last ship, fifty percent yield."

"Missile away, already adjusting course." Trigon replied.

A moment later, there was a bright explosion, the back half of one of the hips was blown away. Almost immediately there was a huge barrage of weapons firing on the spot they had been in.

A growl escaped Wren's throat, "ok they want to play, target the lead four ships. I am tired of playing with these idiots, I suggest high enough yield to get their attention."

"Compliance Master Wren," Trigon replied.

The darkness of space was lit up as the four beams struck the four ships in the lead. There was immediate shouting over the com as all the ships stopped.

"You advise them I am through with the games; the next shots won't leave disabled ships. There won't be any survivors." Wren again growled.

"Message sent, oh dear, they say that if you do, they will declare war on you." A distressed Trigon said.

"Hmph," Wren said, "move us over the capital building, I want everything around the building destroyed. Use the neotronic beam, not as messy. Then break orbit I don't think they will follow if they detect us. Though if they do use deadly force."