Imperial Shadow: Coming Home Options

[NDak]

Aboard the warbird Naevek, Destorie N’Dak paced in the conference room to the left of the Oira. The monotonous and rhythmic thapping of his boots began as soon as the Naevek cleared the Sol system and jumped to warp, shrouding herself in cloak.

During the war, he often found himself doing this as they approached imminent battle. It allowed him to focus his thoughts, and plan for the worst. Why he was doing it now, he could not be sure.

The doors hissed open, and the pacing stopped as he glanced towards the door to see who it was that disturbed him.

“EnRiov,” it was the Naevek’s Riov. “We’re receiving a priority subspace communiqué from the Praetor…”

Destorie’s eyes danced over the Riov. “Which io?”

“The new one…” the Riov said, slightly startled.

Destorie let a small smile creep across his face. “Very well, I will take the communication in here.”

“As you wish,” the Riov said with a bow. He turned and exited back onto the bridge.

On the screen at the rear of the room, next to Destorie, the spinning symbol of the Romulan Star Empire appeared, the t’liss—the great bird of prey. “Authorization N’Dak Khi Ael.”

The screen flashed and the visage of elder man, draped in elegant cloaks appeared. His skin tone a light olive and his eyebrows perfectly shaped. He carried about him a certain aura of control, not unlike that of Destorie. Though this man was certainly older.

“Praetor…”

“EnRiov…”

“Shaoi Kon,” N’Dak said tipping his head slightly in respect. “To what honor do I owe this call?”

The Praetor smiled slightly, pronouncing the wrinkles along his eyes and mouth. “Once au arrive rhae ch’Rihan I wish for au to meet with me here in Imperial Complex.”

Destorie arched an eyebrow slightly. “Au do?”

“Ie,” the Praetor said letting the smile fade. “But let us na speak of it so openly. I am sure au can find au own way here, na?”

Arching the eyebrow further, Destorie smirked playfully. “Na…I do na know…the last time I went skulking about the Imperial Complex I was sneaking out of my parents house to go covort…”

The Praetor laughed at that thought. “Au cavorting…I hope na with any of my daughters.”

Destorie smilled. “Na…of course na.” Na it was Issaha that had the fling with au daughter.