" The screen behind the officer lit up and showed long-range pictures of the fleet and the supply base. Tristan noted the fleet was held in tight form...tion, the largest ships at the centre. There were some small ships on the asteroid's surface, but it looked as though most were in the formation. "The Sicceians out number our home fleet almost four to one. We believe the base will be used to supply ground forces for an attack on Mylia once our fleet is destroyed."The officer paused. Tristan. “Minfinly! I know that! I’m not stupid! Or maybe I am because I seem to have appointed advisors with no more idea than a catcha!Could we not just kill her?”The advisors all blanched. The answer was yes, yes they could do that. But it contravened natural law to kill simply because someone was a nuisance.“My lord, it ahh it contravenes –”“Yes YES YESSSS! I know!!! It was only an idea. But look, she’s pregnant now, apparently. Soon there will be little elf-men half castes as well as those. They can tell where we are,” Vern said, holding his arm up to show the bracelet, “and if we leave the campus, patrol will be notified to capture us.”As near as they could figure, it was probably close to 8 PM when they left the cafeteria. They just kind of strolled down towards a woodsy area not too far from the Dorms. It wasn’t dark yet but would be in another half an hour or so. Mike was beginning to actually like Vern, even though he had been apprehensive a little earlier. Vern seemed, to. " She gave him a wicked smile to be sure he knew what she meant.Rather than cooking, she threw together a huge sandwich, putting things on it he would never have considered, such as lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, etc. When she was done, it was almost more than he could get his mouth around, but with a little judicious squashing he managed.He told her she could build him a Dagwood any time, but she shook her head saying she didn't know what he meant. He started to explain then gave it up as a bad.