Training has begun for Relda's twelve daughters as they prepare for overthrowing the Dialorian regime. Their station is on none other than Relda's home planet. There, they are captured and befriended by the Curian community who warn them that the Dialorians have threatened Quadrant 3. Though scientifically, medically, and technologically advanced, as a small community they cannot withstand the Dialorian empire. Now the clones, Raylay, and Relda are tasked with not only saving Quadrant 3, but also protecting the Jucardian younger race.

Fight for Quadrant 3

 Relda felt a slight tug on her cloak. Ozla trembled in her presence. Klea joined her. 


 "Mama," Ozla whispered. "Do we have to do this?" 


 Klea rested her elbow on Ozla's shoulder. 


 "You were born for this, my dear," she said. "That, and well, you'll continue the Jucardian elder race." 


 The older girls and the youngest ones positioned themselves. One foot forward. Toes of the other foot hugging the floor. Their blasters were pointed downrange. Ozla's posture sagged. She plodded to the range. 


 "Wait for me," Klea called after her. 


 She did a weird jog while leaning backward and pumping her arms. Audible breathing approached Relda from behind. She rolled her eyes and wagged her head at Raylay. He stood next to her. 


 "Oh, I hope so," Relda confessed. "I thought I raised them better." 


 For a few seconds, Raylay and Relda watched as clay practice bullets pelted the targets. Ozla secured protectors on her ears and transparent goggles on her eyes. She lowered her blaster, and with each jolting of her blaster, clay bullets sailed through the air. 


 "I couldn't learn to shoot to save my life," Raylay said. 


 Relda turned the concept over in her mind. 


 "You were allowed to shoot?" She questioned. "Your master didn't lose his mind over that?" 


 Raylay shoved his hands deep into his jumpsuit pockets. 


 "No one questioned it," he said. "My dad is a loyalist. By default, so should I." 


 Eyan gestured to the floor and said, "You did well. Even you, Ozla." 


 Relda bounced on her tiptoes and flapped her hand at the target in Ozla's land. The center circle had vanished into a rounded, torn hole. She threw a glance over her shoulder, and Relda's eyes met Ozla's. 


Chapter 2