The Semirellian Purist Movement had gathered. All members of the group were attending the meeting, bar the very young, who were being cared for by their human slaves. The meeting commenced in the language of Semirellish, as was most of their communications.
"And so, it had happened again. The usurpers have been allowed to marry, and we must assume that the continuation of that bloodline into the next generation is now inevitable. Draagan!"
All eyes turned.
"You people didn't authorise me to let me take them out before they married," Draagan said calmly, though inside he was seething. "First time I had a chance was on their honeymoon, and that attempt was foiled by mutant influence."
"Humans -"
"Mutants might be below Dathrians, but they're above humans in that they have powers," Draagan qualified. "It would have been nice to know in advance that that princess had the power of obscurity. Our databases seemed to lack that piece of information."
"The honeymoon was the best chance," one of their stratigists defended - probably the one who had dismissed that piece of information, "no YIRAAS."
The YIRAAS. Well, they had certainly been the bane of their existance for the... well, the whole of their existance.
"And the YIRAAS is back all over them now. All the bugs we planted in their new home have been located and destroyed."
"So plant more of them."
"We have. Didn't take them long to find those ones too, and they've gone and uped security again."
"We cannot allow the usurption to continue into the next generation!" their leader declared, banging his hand on the table. "Understand me? Huulion!"
Hugh looked startled at the call of his name.
"Yes, sir?"
"Your little instruction in the human boy's head. Alex. How long before that wears down?"
"Another couple of months."
"That long?"
"Well, sir," Hugh said uncomfortably, "I wanted to make sure he had enough time to regain their trust."
"I see. Would there be anyway to extend the command to take out the false king and his wife?"
"Possibly, but I woud need to get close to him, and it would be better if it happened closer to time."
"Fine do that. Draagan! What's your take on the current situation?"
"As was pointed out before," Draagan drawled, "the YIRAAS are all over their new place. At thie present time, I'd say a physical assult would be near on impossible."
"Argh!"
There was general chatter. Some voicing ideas, but most voicing accusations and denials.
"Silence!"
And there was.
"I want everyone to look into every possibility. Poisoning is out, obviously, because the false king has healing. Unless you can find a fast working poison that will defeat even his efforts, even if he himself has injested it. Look into blowing the place up."
"They have Explosion-powered - "
"I don't care! I said look into it! Look into everything. Hugh! Look into getting past those damned telepathic sheilds, see if you can get some commands in that way. I want them dead. I want them all dead. I want them dead yesterday!"
"What about retriving the device?"
"We have personnel on the space station. They have located it, and can remove it at any time."
"Why not get it now?"
"Because if they are busy guarding the ursupers, and we make no attempt on the device, they'll relax their guard on the device, and have no excuse to go on the offensive. Strategy, people! We're outnumbered here, so strategy is our best friend."