Lost Empire 36
Hartwell looked at the micro-generator reading, the shield was starting to tax the generator. Damn it! He couldn’t kill these bastards fast enough! Where had this ass gotten this many men that were as loyal as they were? Touching the other thin badge like apparatus, Hartwell smiled when it hummed and he appeared a mile away! Good he thought, give the generator a little time to recharge the power cell. Trianas Macley adjusted her settings as she quickly approached the Duke’s planet. As much as she hated to help that bastard O’Toma, she was pretty miffed at the Duke for screwing up all her carefully laid plans. Suddenly her ears perked up at a transmission. [You got a reading on him?] Came a male voice. [Reading? The man has decimated well over half …