A Neighborly Visit by the Enarrain

[NDak 0]

The lift deposited Destorie just outside the transporter room. Effortlessly, he strode into the corridor, a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. Having called for a small detail of his most loyal assistant, and yeoman, Aelion tr’Jarek and another D’heno, he waited for them to arrive at the transporter room.

 

For a long moment in the lift, he’d debated about how much notice to give tr’Baris before he’d decided not to tip his hand. Glancing to the transporter chief, and then to his guards as they entered, he wondered if he’d regret that decision. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, he nodded to Aelion and the young erein who accompanied him before stepping onto the pad.

 

“Rekkhai,” Aelion said respectfully. “I trust this is just a courtesy visit?”

 

Destorie smiled, something that rather alarmed Aelion. “Unlikely that the good Governor will see it that way. You should be prepared to take him into custody if he doesn’t come willingly.”

 

Elements, Aelion said under his breath with a wary glance towards Destorie before joining him on the pad. “Should I arrange for a larger team to accompany us?”

 

The young erein, who Destorie thought bore the name Trion, was doing his best to remain calm. It was his first assignment with any of the senior staff, let alone with the Enarrain and his personal guard and to say he’d been nervous would have been an understatement, and the last thing he needed to hear was that the Enarrain was planning on taking the Governor of a planet into custody.

 

“Na,” Destorie said. “I do na think he will resist.”

 

“You sound disappointed, rekkhai.”

 

Bemused, Destorie smirked. “Well, I have to admit,” he said, “there is a certain small part of me that would like to be the io to shoot the veruul, however he is na good to me yy’a.”

 

Aelion nodded and glanced to the rather skittish Erein. “Do na worry, erein. Au will do fine. Just look like a stone figure and say even less than io.”

 

Trion nodded repeatedly, causing Destorie to snicker. Which only made the erein even more nervous.

 

Sobering, Destorie glanced back towards the transporter operator. “H’nah,” he said. “We will move quickly to the governor’s office. They know Talon is sending a small team down to ‘assess the situation’ under orders of the Daise’Khre’Riov, but they do na know I am personally coming or that I intend to take the Governor into custody for further questioning.

 

“It is my hope that he will come willingly, but he may resist. If he does I do na want him yy’a, so only disarm him.”

 

“If I may be so, inquisitive rekkhai,” Aelion said. “On what charges are you arresting the governor.”

 

“Suspicion of treason.”

 

Aelion lifted his brows, but said nothing. It was not entirely shocking, and given what had happened in the last week, not unexpected either. Silently, he wondered what role the woman who’d been in their custody had played in all of this. Trion also raised his brows, but was cognitive enough of protocol to quickly hide his own shock.

 

The hteij operator, a young Ne’Arrain whom Destorie had only ever seen running the transporters and whose name escaped him, did her best not to sigh. Why people felt the need to have long, expository conversation in transport room continued to elude her.

 

“I assume, rekkhai,” she said breaking in. “That au will want me to keep a close lock on au, and transport au up as soon as you signal, ie? Should I have a d’heno team on call for that?”

 

“Ie,” Destorie said. “That will be mehnka. “H’nah, hteij-ta’rhae.”