[Oira]
tr'Nerik glanced down over a duty officer's shoulder at the pilot's
seat. The young Rihannsu was anxious and particular, to tr'Nerik's
awareness. He noticed the figity operation of controls sluggish but
sharp in execution. Made him wonder...
"Ta krenn tr'Lhoel," tr'Nerik spoke up pointing to a navigation
screen displaying the 125th Tactical Support Wing and it's ships.
The officer, whom he had served with on the ch'Brill mission, nodded
with a friendly gesture. "Ie rekkhai, hnafirh ssuej." (I see it and
understand)
tr'Ragarok had reported the anomaly just a few moments ago... tr'Ragarok
with his schrewd yet quintessential ways that were remarkably practical...
{{Stop, stop au are not concentrating...}}
tr'Nerik> =COM= tr'Ragarok, report. The anomaly hann'yyo.
tr'Ragarok> =COM= Not much yet. Glad we are course correcting. Unsure yet
of it's origin as temporal or random but I still need to bring more sensor
suites back up. *SPARK FIZZLE* (background) Dont' touch that!...
tr'Nerik> =COM= Is everything alright? ::grins slightly::
tr'Ragarok> =COM= Ie, ie, rekkhai, oaii-menkha (everything is fine).
tr'Nerik> =COM= Continue with your work, oira out.
tr'Nerik sighed and went back to the command throne. The tour with tr'Kandeen
went well even though the Starfleet-necessity questions, useless, cluttered
most of the tour. tr'Nerik restrained himself of course with an off-balanced
smile or nod, the Lloann'na was free to ask. But the 'mission' tr'Kandeen had assigned him... no doubt troubled him.
He glanced at an ISD in his hand. He had cleared a seemingly short conversation
with tr'Idran. Idran of course was no doubt loyal, by the heavens the worst he
could do was to show up in a Lloann'na uniform (or more like sleeping garment)
and point a pathetic phaser at everyone, but there, that hint of familiarity
with both Idran's blood and life-service, told tr'Nerik that he would be
considered faithful to serve anyone. Or was this wrong?....
{{Na! What a veruul thing to say. You youself became mliank'ie of the
Rihanha. You even dared went to his quarters to interrogate him flatface
but found only genuine elements, nothing of the worse.}}
Nerik would scribble loyal-nonsense that would make sense in his report
about tr'Idran. Nothing too particular.
Pranara was rather ruthless. Na, wait. Maybe kind? He couldn't be sure but
she seemed to be like a nei'rrh (small, poisonous bird) who was cradling the prey.
Perhaps another short confrontation would clear up his fuzzy image.
Kuro, Elq, Ragarok, Kethry, Remi, Shaleya.... the names almost blinded
him reading them over and over. Thinking about how to approach them threw him
almost to report to the medical bay immediately with head pains.
But he would have to complete the report soon.
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