His eyes closed as he once more immersed himself within the workings of his crop, Darkon tried once again to determine just how two of his own had been taken from him so easily. It was not supposed to be possible: stealing the cargo from a teknopod before it had been hatched. Persuading one of those hatched in such a way to join their forces to a stronger Warlord, yes; and even killing one of those unborn hatchlings while they gestated was doable, though the difficultly of that ranged depending on the hatchling's own will to survive.
He'd even heard that such was a method sometimes employed by the more dedicated Warlords to cull their own crops; though it was not one that he could have afforded with so small a force as he was left with here. And not one that Omega had ever practiced in all the time Darkon had known his previous Warlord.
However, all of that aside, it was still not meant to be possible for even one of those who had survived to become one of his own soldiers to stay hidden from him in the way the Slade and his young soldier who had not even been given a name before she had been taken from him had been. It was infuriating, but it seemed to be the truth. Darkon would clearly need to find a way to draw his lost soldiers back to him, somehow.
