"Your majesty I don't think you should be worried." A small lunar man stumbled trying to keep up with his queen. "I mean they are just "Shells" they aren't any real threat." He scoffed
The queen spun around to face him "Shells are a danger!" She hissed "When I take over earth I want complete power! I can't have people running around creating riots now can I?"
"I-I guess not your majesty, but we just claimed war on earth we should probably keep all of our valuable fighters at hand not on some… some wild goose chase all over the planet for people who are almost impossible to find?"
Queen Levana's beautiful features wavered for a minute as her anger rose "If we don't find and eliminate the shells now we could face an uprising when I am empress, do you want to be responsible for my headache then?"
"No- but…"
"You will do as I say and send out two of my best trackers to each of the earthen countries to track down and kill all the shells they can find." Levana hissed pleasantly as she turned on her glamour "I want each and every one of them dead!"
"Yes your majesty…"
"And I want a special hunter for Eastern Commonwealth is that understood?"
"Yes my lady, and who is this "Special" hunter?"
"Send Greta, she will get the job done."