Matthews found Yrag sitting on the presidential throne on the official platform in the great hall with his guard.
“It’s over, Yrag,” she said. “Give up peaceably and I will ensure that you are treated well.”
“I have no desire to fight you for this presidency,” said Yrag. “I am not responsible for the actions of my begetters, I am merely doing my duty.”
“Your fleet has surrendered, your scorpion lizards destroyed. I have the support of Chronos and the drirkel straalkets. There is nothing to be done.”
Yrag sighed and stepped down from the platform.
“Welcome to your new home,” she said.
“Take her,” Matthews ordered her guards. “But make sure she is treated well.”
Yrag’s personal guard laid down their weapons.
“Take them for rehabilitation,” Matthews said of the guard before turning to
