The Ambassador's head indicated the negative."We, like all of the member races of the Confederacy developed our own AI's but I believe that they have ...shifted their allegiance over time to the Confederacy as a whole, not just the race that created them," replied Ch'tak.The President looked to the ceiling. "AI, comment?" he demanded forcefully."It is imperative that the Confederacy survives," replied the dismembered voice. "Knowingly destroying a sentient race would lead eighty percent of the. "It is, I could not believe it at first, I kept reading it over and over again," confirmed Patrick.There was a brief silence as they looked into each other's eyes before Patrick, slightly nervously, said, "Amala, would you like to go to my room?" Darling, there is nothing that I have ever wanted more," replied Amala before leaning forward and kissing Patrick's lips.They could have turned that into one of the many long snogs that they had had during their time together although the last one of. Within a five minutes three cop cars went by coming from the direction Gus was heading. They were racing towards the two cops in trouble, lights flashing, sirens sounding. Obviously a manhunt would be underway within minutes. Gus knew to keep calm and think. The good thing was the base for the cops was up ahead, not very far away it would appear. Gus booked into the safest place he could imagine. A boarding house just opposite police HQ and parked the gray car in the rear parking lot as soon as. I read it and looked at Patricia, “looks like the eighth is going to Antilla.”She nodded, “Just us?”I shook my head, “The sixth and third will be joining us. The emperor wants a reprisal raid on the queen’s nest.”Patricia sucked in a breath, “that is going to get messy.”The Quazel were an insect race and very aggressive. Two weeks before they had moved into a system we claimed and destroyed several stations and used kinetic strikes to take out the only city. I had been commanding the eighth.