“And why not?”
“Over a thousand years ago, a female who attended a war council started a conflict between two clans that lasted eight hundred years. They have been banned since.”
“Like it was her fault? The idiot males were the ones suffering from testosterone poisoning not her.”
Fixing a stern frown on his face, Trayon stated,“A valid point, but you cannot attend.”
“Fine but answer me one question.”
“If I can.”
“Why don’t the Rodan raise cattle and chickens like humans do?”
“Their warrior’s code does not allow them to farm,”Trayon answered.
“But slaughtering people is okay?”
“According to their God, other lifeforms are inferior and only suitable for eating,”Trayon said.
“Why didn’t they eat the Tai-Kok then?”
“A discussion for another time.”Trayon put Pepe and Cason in the crib. “The children should not see this.”
“Me not child,”Pepe protested.
I borrowed Trayon’s stern expression.“Maybe not, but you don’t need to see more bad things.”
Pepe’s tail drooped.“Me watch many die.”
“I promise you Giovanni will pay for what he did to you and the others,”I assured him.
“Ax.”Cason hugged Pepe.
Aw. They were best buddies already.
Chiara wrapped around my arm. “I will stay.”
“You’re sure?”
“I am.”
I exchanged concerned glances with Trayon.
With a grimaced he tapped the command console.“We received this intelligence vid from Admiral Zan, our liaison with the Alliance.”
My jaw dropped as I watch four females with pointy elf ears and silver hair attacking each other like rabid wolves. “I thought Farin females were delicate and timid.”
“Most are. The Rodan used them as test subjects. Their new mind control drug had some unexpected side effects.”
I winced as the violence escalated and quickly covered Chiara’s eyes. “I’ll say. That’s about as far away from mindless puppets as you can get.”
“The blood tests the Alliance ran on their corpses showed the drug drove them into a psychotic rage. Even as they were dying, they continued to fight,”Trayon replied.
“If the Rodan ate the tainted flesh, would it not affect them equally?”Chiara wanted to know.
I chewed on my lower lip.“They’re either immune or they have the antidote.”
“I must inform my father.”Trayon typed a transmission code into the comm-link.
