[Kalen: Turbolift ]
tr'Nerik silently kept to himself on the turbolift to the oira. He thought about
what T'Sulrin had told him days ago, figuring comms were probably monitored, he
wondered her motives. Of course he wondered about the motives of *all* the
Galae Command personnel that had been in contact with him. The Air
Space Forces weren't always exstatic to divuldge their directives, tr'Nerik
planned out possible scenarios in his head, in case of unexpected siege.
A slight jolt as the turbolift halted at the next stop. He passively watched a couple officers fill up the interior. The humming of the lift proceeded. "You are truly a lluadh."
tr'Nerik looked up, noticing some talk directed to him. He replied unattentively. "What?"
"Lluadh, tr'Nerik, today, and almost everyday," Daisemi'Maenek t'Kethry remarked.
He breathed in some air and let it out. "Why Doctor, I can't possibly imagine the
fascination you have about my silence," he said dully.
She laughed to herself, toying with the 'Political Officer.' Narrowing her brow
slightly. "Just evaluating from a medical point of view."
"You mean psychological," tr'Nerik corrected.
"No," she smirked. "Medical."
He gestured undecidedly on that point and left the Maenek to herself. My
position could not possibly be underminded, because, he thought. Who would
want it?
The turbolift stopped and the doors swooshed open. The myriad of officers stepped out along with tr'Nerik.
"Rekkhai," he called out, walking to tr'Raith's command throne.
"Ie?" tr'Raith responded impassively as he lifted a brow towards his
Political officer. "Nerik, your mliank'ie hunt on our ship has been most expedient."
He fell back in his look, too forward too quickly. "Simply observing
operations Riov. I'm not here to undermine the authority of the Kalen."
Raith slightly grinned, not allowing his knowledge to be repressed.
tr'Nerik sighed, Communications were monitored, he concluded.
Driving away from the darting question. "ch'Revellion been beautiful?"
Raith glanced back and diligently stood up from the throne. Walking towards the
viewer, he thought about an answer. "It's more than beauty, it's a lush, green,
bluish purple tinted sky, M-class planet." He scanned along the forward stations, briefly examining his pilot and intership operator.
Nerik shrugged to himself. "I can accept that."
"Anything au wanted Arrain?" Raith asked, glancing away from the seemingly mystical
ch'Revellion.
"Just access to au Commander logs for the past eighty-five e'snl."
"Reason being?"
"Updating myself."
"You know," Raith started, turning back and heading to his chair again. "You
could've simply reached into the etrehh directories and taken them."
"I could always do that," Nerik said, he grinned. "But then I'd have to answer
these questions later."
He nodded, lightly grinning back. "As you wish then."
"Hann'yyo."
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