Aboard the Othan Command Ship....

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tr’Tronius watched the view screen in anger at the Kll'inghannsu ships firing upon his fleet. tr’Baris had assured him, that any ‘appearance’ of Kll’inghannsu ships would only be for show, to help support their assertion that Galae was na protecting this quadrant, and that his Othan ships were more able to run them off. That little sseikea should have let him know that the plan had been changed. If any of his ships were lost, he’d take it from tr’Baris’s hide.

 

Worse yet, he had lost track of a few of his other projects. That damned woman he had blackmailed into delivering his weapons into the Alpha Quadrant and his endeavors into the Gamma Quadrant was now missing as well. tr’Baris had assured him that he had recently seen her, so he had assumed she was still on the planet. Hopefully with the transfer of power, she knew enough to stop disrupting the mining operations at least. If he were lucky, she had gotten herself killed, and saved him the trouble of doing it himself. Worse case, she had been somehow captured by that fvadting crew from the Talon, and if so, they too, would have to be dealt with, to prevent any of his secrets from getting out.

 

There was that other matter as well, he actually had paid off a man on the Talon, to get him something he wanted quite badly, and had used him previously to influence one of the Talon’s own crew. Ie, it was quite humorous how easily that had worked out. Where it got sticky, was now that another faction had gotten involved and inserted their own man into the operation. They were everywhere, one could not be rid of their spying eyes, and yet, they wanted the same thing as he, and an agreement had been forged to share the information once he had received the ‘package’, but in exchange, they would turn a blind eye to the distribution of a certain substance, that made him a tidy sum amongst those that were in the means to purchase certain quantities of it.

 

The ship took a rather nasty hit to port, and he heard his tactical officer note that the shields were down a bit. “At first opportunity, order the 2nd wing into the fight, move us back and cloak the ship so that I may observe and come up with a tactical defense,” turning to give the orders.

 

And not got shot at, he thought to himself.