CHAPTER 92

Trianas awoke with a start, looking around she saw she was in the med bay of her ship. Trying to sit up she found that she was still restrained. "Computer," She called.

"Online and awaiting further orders." Droned the mechanical voice.

"Time 'till appointed entering and exiting the Imperial fleet in orbit of the Marquess Clive's world." Trianas asked.

"Working, the fleet at present is departing the orbit of Marquess Clive's world. At present they are on a heading toward Earl Tauntoff's world." The mechanical voice replied.

"The amount of time that the fleet will take to reach the Earl's world?" Trianas asked.

"At their present speed it will take at least 6 days for them to reach Earl Tauntoff's world." Her computer replied.

"Good! That should give me ample time to get the stiffness out of my joints. It should also afford me a chance to further research this bastard who claims to be the Emperor. I want you to access every system that you can, I want every shred of information that I can get on this man. I underestimated him last time I won't again. No never again!" Trianas spit out, then her mouth twisted into an evil smile. "I will so enjoy twisting a blade in your guts, then I can watch the pathetic life leave your eyes!"

An even more evil look came into her eyes as she thought of her ex - husband. Ah! That one was going to be the best to kill. He thought he was good enough to beat her. He was good, yes, though nothing compared to her skills! ________________________________________

Greeson was finally ready and Dempsy thought his speed was finally above mediocre. He no longer thought of his moves, just did them. A smile crept on Dempsy's face as he was now he actually had a chance against her. Still Dempsy was worried the man was a hell of a lot better but she, like Dempsy, had kept learning. The last move he saw her use on Greeson wasn't from his teachings, thankfully Dempsy had taken his master's advice and learned more from other masters.

Sighing, Dempsy knew that the man could hold his own now but he needed more. Dempsy was just afraid that he wouldn't have enough time to actually teach him. Finished with their Katas, Dempsy addressed Greeson. "I find that in my musings I need to teach you all that I can as fast as I can. The one you faced used several different art forms."

Greeson nodded and wondered about that as he'd seen him use a move he didn't recognize. "Yes master, I noticed she used a move that I had seen my old master use. It is an entirely different art form, though I didn't advance far I do still recognize the move."

Dempsy nodded, the man was actually paying attention to what had been going on in the fight against his old student. "That is good, you need to start learning EVERYTHING as fast as possible. This I feel is the only thing that will allow you to survive if AND when you meet her again."

"Master," Greeson asked a little confused, "are you that certain I will meet her again?"

"Yes," Dempsy replied, "I am quite sure. She is out to shame me and the artform further. Knowing her as I do she will come after you. She wishes to kill you in front of me showing that she is far better than I am. I also need to teach you a few healing techniques to aid you if AND when she gets through."

Greeson nodded and bowed to Dempsy, as of yet the man hadn't been wrong yet. This was proven when Greeson executed a move he remembered that Dempsy had taught him. It was the first advanced move that he'd accomplished. Building off that, learning more was far easier as they went along each day, though this news that Dempsy shared might prove difficult.

Dempsy could almost sense the man's thoughts. Yes, it would be difficult. If Greeson remembered that things were easier to learn now that he'd tackled the advanced move, then it should prove easy also. Well I hope Dempsy thought.

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The leader of the sect, Alexander, had been driving the men as hard as he could. They finally had a squad that was of far superior quality. He'd also pushed the mechanics as hard as he could to get the Betrayal ready. He was personally taking this squad after that bastard, his ex - wife had her chance he was fooling around!

"I want us on the way as soon as possible! We have a contract to fulfil and I won't be the first leader that didn't fulfil one!" As the men scurried to finish repairs he could only smile, they were going to be excellent killers!

Activating their cloak before they left the inner hanger the leader smiled. They would overtake and disable the computer system with the virus his ancestor had left him. Laughing he could see the panic on the face of that bastard when his precious living ship died a slow agonising death!

Laughing harder he knew it was only a matter of time before the palace computer succumbed to the same virus! All the riches of the Palace at his use! Laughing with the money he knew was there he would be the next Emperor. All of the weak and undeserving wretches that had made fun of him and mocked him would be the first to suffer.

An evil smile crossed his face as he thought of the screams of agony of those he tortured for hours and hours! the delicious sounds of breaking bones and bodies!

As he watched they cleared the portal on the surface and immediately went into trans-warp. Soon he thought, soon the blood of the bastard O'Toma would be running, no gushing out of his body. Jonah my son I know I was hard on you but it was the only way to make you a man. The only way I could get you away from your mother and all the babying that she was doing to you.

Slamming his fist into the console he knew he had to kill O'Toma and not that bitch of an ex - wife of his. Besides she'd missed a first for her perhaps she wasn't up to killing the man. Alexander smiled, no it would be he that exacted revenge for the death of HIS son, not that failure of an ex-wife of his!