They congregated beyond the entrance to Hall 3. Relda recounted their group.
"You can do that?" Relda repeated.
"My reading machine," Aks said.
Relda finished the count.
"Where are Orz and the babies?" She whispered to Anya. "And Maurian?"
Anya shrugged and replied, "I guess back at the ship. You never gave them any instructions."
Relda emitted a quiet, almost inaudible groan. She gazed back at the entrance, and a strange, cold guilt crept up inside of her. Aks tapped his foot and glanced at an imaginary watch.
"You wanna send the transmission or don't ya?" He grumbled.
He leaned against the doorframe that led to his reading chamber. It stopped the mechanics long enough for the group to pass him and crowd the chamber.
"Don't touch any equipment, children," he warned.
All of the kids raised their hands above their heads.
"I hacked the media system airwaves," Aks boasted.
"I remember," Relda hurried him along.
Aks ran a program, and Relda peered into the reading machine.
"And now let's talk to Syra live at the home ship landing station," an anchor said.
"That's it!" Aks whispered.
Relda coughed into her fist.
"I apologize for the interruption to the regular broadcast," she said, "but the Dialorian space force has been defeated. We've seized control of the home ship. Should you choose to send more fleets, we have control of the home ship cannons. Remaining Dialorians must surrender. The creatures of Quadrant 3 are now free. To remaining Dialorians: the Temple of Qor is being destroyed."
The creatures of Quadrant 3 are now free. The news echoed in every viewing screen, in every wrist communication implant, and on every hover ad. Transport pilots, pedestrians, hover cycle riders, and creatures watching from their homes and workplaces stopped.
Relda exited the program. She thrust her eyes upward and muttered thanks to the Triune. The war was over.