"Ah, Commander Harsa!" the lone human said, turning to gaze down at his subordinate. He ran his pale hand through slicked back blond hair and leaned against the guardrail on the observation deck to better see his best officer. He smiled thinly and asked, "So how goes the construction on the new Lispa 9-13’s and their new pilots?"
Chiss soldier glanced at the data pad in his hand and read off the numbers. "All 268 pilots have responded to the steroids with a two percent increase brain mass, along with improvements in dexterity, aim, and stamina. Only twenty three have developed uncontrollable mental illness as a result." Commander Harsa paused, knowing what he had to say next would not be received well. "We have only been able to construct 215 9-13’s because we have not received the next shipment of parts. A message from one of Elder Quarrcta di Donna’s aids states that the parts were needed for his ship so we are to find a new source."
"What!" Tarckok snarled. Harsa cringed slightly, wondering who the
