(GM?)<<<<"Well, thisss isss jussst an idea, but perrrhaps we ssshould let them
think about it forrr a little while. Parrranoia isss a powerrrful thing.
Given time, the ones who ssssupporrrt Trrraknorr mayl starrrt to
second-guessss themssselvess. Let that feeling sssprrread. Then, take
one of the otherrrs, one morrre ssseassoned, one they would consssiderr
rrreliable, and give him sssome falssse inforrrmation. Forrr
inssstancce, sssay Trrraknorr hasss told usss that he had orrrderrss that
came down frrrom theirrr masssterrrss that sssaid thesse rrraids werre
sssimply a tool to 'cull the herd,' and inssstrrructed him to weed out
the weaklingsss to enhancce the genetic pool." It was just a suggestion,
and she would take no offense if Daphne or anyone else in the room had a
better one. They were all winging it, as these beings were still an
unknown.
Daphne nodded. "That sounds like a good idea. Perhaps while they are stewing we can check the databases to see if we can find any references to their master race."
Tr'Lawsh entered the information into the computer to see what came up.
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