Opening up communication with sub-commander Triot, the first councilor’s fingers drummed impatiently. I was barely able to resist his power. I just wish I could expand their minds faster.],
Sam looked at both of the females, then suddenly neither of them could ‘hear’ what the thoughts were. [I thought it was you I felt earlier. The first councilor was shocked when they all agreed upon this course of action. You’re mine and you know it.” Triot said tauntingly, with a laugh at her pain. Growling in frustration as Sam finally broke free. Are you a…” here the elder looked around, then whispered, “a Cliveastone?”
A shocked look came to his face, then Sam very slowly nodded his assent. Drivas looked at the wall a moment, then nodded. ‘When did I get that fast?’
Looking around he swore, that he’d only been gone a short time, though from what he was seeing it had been longer. [I thought it was you I felt earlier. Open fire on that damn ship! Stories that were handed down, about a race of mighty beings.
