The news was excellent. All eight of the new females had tested positively and conception rates were predicted as excellent with a highly matched pair. The lone piece of bad news that wouldn’t go over well, was that not all of the warriors had matched well with their female. They would have to be entered into the data bank to determine a more favorable pairing. Despite their inevitable disappointment, five out of eight positive matches gave promising odds that other of their males would prove so as well.Inhaling slowly, he collected himself before opening the door. Once through, all conversation ended. Gathered were the members of the hunting party, and his leaders, Commander Rothke, in charge of his space fleet; General Trask, the leader of his army; Lothar, the general’s second in command; and Krager, his closest kinsman and heir. Two of the elders also attended, their keen gazes ever watchful. All eyes were upon Max as he walked to the front of the room to address them.“As I first told you on Ventorcopia, my female was compatible and matched with me at an exceptionally high rate of 99.5%, which bodes well for the species as a whole.
