LUCIN requested again for the computer to lower the temperature in the cabin. It was already registering fifty six degrees and his breath had begun to hang in the air. He had not been able to pinpoint the cause of his temperature increase, but his host body was definitely changing and becoming stronger.
Lucin also felt his spiritual power returning in part. He posed in front of the mirror, observing his own movements. He struck at the air with several lightning fast flurries-his movements barely perceptible as blurs. Was it their approach to the planet Draconis? He couldn't be sure yet. But he knew it as the keeping place for his fallen brethren.
He and they were more powerful together than apart, but not quite powerful enough to overturn the council of The Eternal One. No measure of power could ever compare to the infinite, but there were other ways of fighting-smaller victories could be gained apart from the war itself. There were many places under Mithrium that might be his to control.
Lucin called with his mind and a weapon leapt from the table nearby to his waiting hand. His power had definitely increased. Lucin pulled the weapon from its sheath, watching the reflection of the metal as the light played upon its surface. The surges in power he felt were quite real and very deadly. The Barudii he hunted would not survive their next encounter. The king among these men would be struck down as a dog before him.
The thought occurred to him just then, that perhaps with his own power growing and the entire host of fallen Mithri residing on Draconis, he had a greater army than this human one waiting for him to arrive and lead them. But would the Mithri receive him in this man's body. If they will not, he thought, then I will battle my Mithri brethren until every last human under my will has fallen…but cunning is a far better weapon.
If he could merge these great armies of fallen Mithri and men, then nothing would stand in his way of total domination. Lucin tapped the intercom panel on the wall next to him. "Commander, how long until we reach Draconis orbit?"
"Two hours, sir."
"Have all squads prep for a full offensive upon our arrival. We will deploy outside of Sector City," commanded Lucin.
"Yes, sir, preparations will be made."
Lucin tapped the switch again and looked out the view port toward the stars beyond and said, "You have made your throne in Mithrium, but I will yet establish my own."