[Morrhae'vnu: Oira]
"...I see," the young woman replies skepticaly. Aemhig couldnt help but feel some of the Leih's hesitations towards the Agency as her conversation with the Leih of the Hydra wound down. Apparently, they had a temporal cloak and were ready to follow the Wildstrike's lead. While
not surprising, the agreement to use it-- especially in a 'not all that classified' manner, was perplexing. If a temporal cloaking system was not a great concern for such a standard issue, and relatively low grade craft, the Agency's power must be farther reaching than even the Captain thought possible. "Is there any thing, in closing, that I should pass along to the sub-Commander?"
"Na," The smiling young face replied to her. "We will commence operations exactly four
seuren-a after au. It should take another two untill we have harmonized our phasing, and come in line with ninte craft. Even then, communications may be scrambled. Unless in dire need, keep to communications black out, and stay on coarse."
"Ie," t`Shibae salutes her viewer. "Jolan tru."
"Jolan tru," he nods back. "Hydra out."
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