Thaebe'doeage rihannsu" - General Advice
[Oira]
"Rekkhai, koimae ludaere:the'eisae hrrau rhi'avaihh"
Jarok kept his back to the oira'saehne though he knew what the response
would be. Eight hours at their speed? The erie'Riov would not only not like
that news, but also not like the consequence.
"Gonaiih, increase speed to Warp 8." tr'Caernu ordered, a slight choke in
his voice
Jarok along with all the other oira saehne new that warp eight meant risk of
detection and discovery. All knew the danger posed by crossing the border.
Jarok would have smirked had the nneikha not had the 'wild hunt' problem to
deal with. A handful of inferior terrorists attempting to hold sway over the
empire with their pitiful acts of aggression. For each rebel there where
thousands of loyal rihannsu ready, willing and able to publicly eviscerate
them.
But the elements showed their favour to their children. The t'Rakla had sat
motionless in space for too long, as if teaching them. Its escape would be
not only improbable, but painful in the extreme. Already Jarok went over the
battle maneuvers in his mind. 4 against one. 3 against one. 2 agaisnt one.
It mattered not the odds, but the spirit, the fire and the elements. Fortune
does not favour the bold, it merely avoids the cowardly
There were no greater cowards than thieves of the t'Rakla. 5000 rihannsu
died without seeing their murderers faces. Their passing would leave nothing
but endless pain for their killers. Never would they be safe. The rihannsu
would make sure that there would be no safety for them ever, in any place in
the galaxy. Their crossing the neutral zone so soon after the war proved
that. Vengeance is its own master.
Jarok's hand moved up the console as the Aylhr streaked forward with
increased speed and vigour as it chased its prey. The crew would not be
denied their prize and their vengeance.
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