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Bad Seed 10

... Dreese Tenagram, seemed to be ripping through her mind. Then also the memories of her mother, memories that attempted to debilitate her further.

The seemingly fresh memories made her sad only a moment before the raging, seething anger filled Wren. Her father's forced marriage to that bitch and whore of a stepmother.

The rage started to climb higher, Wren didn't notice that her entire person was glowing a glaring red. Thomas! Hailed as a hero for years, now not only was IT alive, he was the biggest traitor to earth.

Wren? Two voices were calling her, one within the other near her head. "Wren?" Came Trigon's voice.

"What!" Wren tried to shout though her voice came out as a weak whisper.

"You have to calm down as the Masters taught you. Your energy output has increased to almost ten times what it was. Your external temperature has also started to rise. I am reading a temperature of 51.6667°C (125°F), you must bring it down before you burn up," Trigon said.

A shocked Wren looked at the wall as she started to release as much of her anger as she could. Trigon was right. She could feel the heat rolling off her in waves. Slowly she felt the heat start to lessen.

Less than a few moments later, the same alarm that she'd heard a few hours ago went off. Amazingly, Wren's power and the heat dissipated within seconds.

"I am detecting ten planets that have the life signs of the Jutrocs on them. I am also detecting life signs of the Zetcrons on five of the planets," ...

... Trigon said.

"Good, it'll save me the trouble of hunting down a few of their outposts," Wren said as another evil-looking smile came to her face. "Charge all weapons, how many shatter bombs have you made?"

"I have two. I have been working on the Thermic missiles you designed. Though not as powerful as the shatter bombs, they are still capable of reaching 2760°C (5000°F)," Trigon said.

"The count you have of them?" Wren asked.

"At present I have almost four hundred. If the readings are correct, it will take at least fifty. That should produce enough heat to eradicate the atmosphere. We have enough for eight of the ten planets, though I am in the process of making more," Trigon said.

"How long to reach the first?" Wren asked.

"Fifteen minutes trans - warp, an hour and a half by hyper - drive," Trigon replied.

Wren stood there thinking a few moments. Fast, wasn't always good, especially since they didn't have sufficient weapons. "Hyper - drive, we need enough to finish the job. Besides, you might find more as we are getting there. Then we are definitely going to need more weapons. After I am sure we have enough, then we'll trans - warp to the others."

"Now entering hyper - drive," Trion said.

"I..." Wren started, then swayed a bit. "Think I need rest, feeling a bit weak."

Trigon sighed in relief as Wren left the bridge. "I hope that she recovers quickly," came her father's voice.

"From what I have seen, she appears to recover faster each time," ...