Images and genomic sequences that Ren did not understand flashed through the projection. Ren knew the warlord had been the one to design the genetic match, the test that matched him with his Emmarae. He assumed Paax knew of what he spoke.
“Compatibility rates with Earth have remained steady. Usually, at this point in an alliance, matches should be falling.”
“We do have an unusual number of Terran mates,” Vox said. Ren did not know the male well, but recognized him as the officer who kept the fighters, shuttles, other vessels, and pilots in working order.
“The only other planet that does not have a declining match rate is Rolusdreus,” Paax said. Ren shifted forward in his seat, intrigued. “Rolusdreus actively manipulates the genes of its civilians.”
“Optimizes,” Havik said. “We all have
