Chapter 44

"What do you suggest we do sir ?" Zavir inquired.

"We make them", Rakeal explained, "come to us. We don't have anchors for nothing. We'll nevertheless still take an offensive stance at the start to make them take the bait."

"To attack", Zavir concluded.

"Precisely Zavir", Rakeal commended, "precisely", emphasizing, he continue, "Give the order to commence the assault, what's left of the last Lance Crystal can pull us through, once we've sapped enough energy from their fleet, we'll fight our way through the battlements towards any of the galaxies' eye within this vassal."

Zavir's finger tapped the metal band on his wrist which erected that holographic screen of ideograms and geometric structures, rearranging them, Zavir created a configuration that transmitted the order to the fleet, initiating a head-on assault.

"This is what I was all about from the beginning", Rakeal said to himself, "supreme control and total annexation, there is no other necessity as imp