[Kalen]
As the senior staff sits around in the meeting discussing the
Capabilities and endurance of the crew, arguing pro and con for aggression in the Agarda zone, tr'Elq sits quietly thinking over just how worn down the crew really is. There was significant damage to the ship itself, but that will be fine in a day or two. The crew on the other hand took there blows but came back swinging...an encouraging sign of there resilience. He comes out of his thoughts and back to the discussion hearing the voice of another officer arguing against attacking, and perks up a bit.
tr'Elq: The Ori will expect us to back off because we've taken a few
hits, and they think we're effectively Swiss-cheese. But we aren't that soft. Lets go for it, lets force the issue.
::Raith's brow furrows:: we are not at war with the Ori... they are
in fact an allay, to my understanding, of the Argada. I intend to get Tomalak, leader of the Argada space forces, to join us.
tr'Elq ::nods for a moment before responding, unable to shake the feeling that only trouble will come from the Ori or at least the alliance with them:: Are you sure they can be trusted Rekkhai?
Raith doesn't answer but nods his 'official' agreement.
Tr'Remi sits in the senior staff meeting listening to each officer say his piece. As usual he only heard about half of what was said, as he was otherwise mentally occupied with stats figures and various other gebrauch thoughts.
Tr'Raith>Remi.....
Tr'Remi>::still thinking does not hear Raith's call:: Hmm......
Tr'Raith>Eredh!!
Tr'Remi>Hmm?... Oh! Sorry.
Tr'Raith>Your up.
Tr'Remi>Hann-yyu. Well, as you might guess, main engineering is still a bit disheveled. However, all necessary systems are 100% functional. Four of our best engineers were injured, but thanks to MO T'Pranara there are no casualties to report.
Tr'Raith>Are we battle ready?
Tr'Remi>Always!
Tr'Raith>::raises his eyebrow and glares a bit at Remi as if to say "You know what I mean."::
Tr'Remi>Sorry Rekkhai. Aye, all shields are nominal. I foresee no problems should an opportunity for an incursion present itself.
Tr'Raith>Menka.
The staff meeting winds down and and the crew begins to meander toward their respective stations. Remi moves through the crowd wispering to various crew members.
Tr'Remi>Pssssst.... Ku.
Tr'Kuro>Hmm?
Tr'Remi>I'm planning a little post battle / prebattle soiree in the mess a bit latter.
Tr'Kuro>Aye? And what accoutraments?
Tr'Remi>Four courses worth. The chef is back. Spread the word.
Tr'Kuro>Aye.
Remi and Ku walk down the corridor talking about various happenings, tactics ect. on their way to the TL. They step inside still chatting.
Tr'Remi>...a frontal attack would be foolish in that situation. They'll see you coming a mile away.
Tr'Kuro>However, you do have the element of surprise on your side.
Tr'Remi>What!? How do you figure?
Tr'Kuro>Come on who would be expecting someone to fly a L'Bel Class Bomber right up to their front door and knock.
Tr'Remi>Point.::recinding the issue::
ACTION> Space unfolds around the two officers' feet and 20 or so hamsters materialize.
Tr'Kuro>::baffled yet unmoved:: Is the floor covered in Gerbils in your
world.
Tr'Remi>No. Mine are hamsters......
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