[Kalen - Oira]
tr'Nerik walks onto the bridge from the lift, disheveled and cradling
a couple seared cuts on his forehead. He stops next to tr'Idran, glancing at the green blood now and then on his fingers.
"How is it going Arrain?" he asks him.
Tasrek is still poised on the tactical console. "Oh, it's been better."
"Rha." tr'Nerik looks ahead at the view screen watching disrupter fire
and ships flying about like flies onto some kllhe.
"Au head?" tr'Idran points.
"Oh this. Well au could say I had a run-in with the etrehh."
"My deck was a mess the moment I exited my quarters."
tr'Nerik mildly smiles, still bothered by the sharp poignant pains
from the seared wound. "Hopefully I won't have to report too many
dead officers to a certain t'Sulrin." He calmly sighs as a console
explodes in a flurry of sparks, sending the officer to the ground
unconscious but alive. "And you?"
"Naval advisor won't have to say much."
"I say the political climate right now is not in our favor."
"The military climate is somewhat on the verge."
"I wonder what I'll have for lunch... Hrm..." tr'Nerik's eyes glance over and lets his lungs burst out. Ta krenn!" he yelps and drags Tasrek aside as a panel exactly behind him literally explodes, shattering, sending shards of poly-material and dancing charged etrehh data transfer coils spilling out along with their florescent sparks. The scene of immediate death to any that would've been in front of it. The panel dims away and is wasted.
"Hann'yyo Arrain," he says, a bit shaken.
"Anytime."
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