[SNR-Ts`Irk: Oira]
The Major sat calmly in her chair. Things, for the most part, were
going well: her uniform, of the nondescript black verity, was fresh, her ship was functioning well, and no one had killing any of her crew. Her vision, under guide of subconscious training, panned across the Oira.
tr`Kunto, a hard edged Revellian Arrain, sat focussed at the tac.
console. She paused when her vision moved opposite him, to the science
console. A young (Galae) erie`Riov sat idly scanning his terminal. Ren
couldn't help but feel guilty 'taking' his command... but things had to
be done. Her train of thought was partially derailed as the turbo lift
arrived and deposited a lithe officer on her bridge.
Majt`Ren> Wing commander on deck! ::stands at attention::
tr`Raith> ::shakes his head:: at ease... when my crew are all on board
depart for the lowlands.
Majt`Ren> ::nods and steps aside from her throne::
tr`Raith> ::smoothly:: the ship is yours Major... I do not want her
::hands Ren an ISD::
Majt`Ren> ::nods accepting the padd and returns to her seat:: Helm...
set in coarse and await security's signal to engage.
Ren drifts off as her officers acknowledge and turn to their duties. She vaguely sees Raith slide over to the tac console and access the com. but is more concerned with the small bit of text sitting in front of her. Ryu had been 'assaulted'? by Kuro?. The Major was already planning a small 'assault' of her own. Shaking from her plot, the Major stands, leaving the Oira to tr`Lar, and strides into the lift...
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