An Empress' Work Is Never Done
Empress sat on her "throne" and sighed. She had another round of possible candidates to look at and quite frankly she was tired of it. It was such an exhausting thing to pick out candidates to be her warriors. Though she had to admit, Earth had quite the selection to choose from.

"StaRT it aGAIN," she ordered. Images started going across the screen.

"No."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"No."

"No."

"No."

"No."

"NO."

"YES!"

"Turn it off," she said with a wave of her hand. "I've had enough toDAY. TomorrOW I will look at more."

"Of course, your majesty," one of her servants said with a bow and removed the screen. "Would you like us to collect the candidates now?"

"No. When I've selected them all, then we will collect thEM."

"Of course, your majesty," she said with another bow.

Empress sat on her throne and pouted. This was taking too long.