Sudenjah struggled for a moment to recall their previous conversation, then it came to him.
“Oh, yes. I was merely enquiring as to the ores of the planet. You said Earth has them all, but what about fuel? Few planets have the ore we’d need for our ships’ power cells.”
“There is!” Xleta said excitedly.
Sudenjah pulled away from Xleta, trying to gauge her expression for any sign of mischief.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yes; there is a huge concentration of what we need on a massive island in the southern oceans of the planet.”
Sudenjah turned his gaze south. In comparison to Otarkwan planets, earth was relatively small. Intermittent flashes from distant explosions illumined the clouds. Who knew how many hostile armies fought the Germans? Only one thing mattered; they stood between the Otarkwans and their goal. All at once, Sudenjah’s objective seemed so much further away. The Otarkwans could die from primitive ammunition like anyone else. To cross no man’s land amounted to nothing less than suicide. It’d take an army to punch through the lines of the German’s enemies.
A smirk etched itself on his lips as an idea formed – he knew where to get an army.