Unwelcome Surprise

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“Unacceptable!! Do au know how much we lost today, na only in resources, manpower, supplies but an entire base! " tr'Tronius stormed across the great hall, aides scrambling to also to avoid his anger.

 

“And au say this is the second occurrence?” He spun around to question another of his aides, who wanted nothing than to be elsewhere. "Io that took years to bore out!! And how, how I ask? I want some authen, and I want them dev siuren ago.” The man’s complexion a dark sallow green tinge to it, but as he angered, his face flushed full to an dark emerald hue, warning this aides to get him what he wanted right away, or flee while they could more than to be somewhere else at that moment, “We lost the base at Terlith 4 as well?”

 

“Na exactly Rekkhai,” the aide paused, “We had already transferred all assets off of Terlith, and had moved them to the Grenelix 3 base of operations as planned. However, it seems that the Galae forces that found Terlith, ignited several incendiary devices that still had to be shipped, damaging quite a bit of the infrastructure and I fear to tell au Deihu, it will take a concentrated effort to make the base usable again in time for its planned rotation for use again.”

 

“Find out how they were able to so easily find it and access it. And I want to know how they got past the identifier platforms? They should have been shot down by the defense grids as soon as they were within range.”

 

“Nobel Deihu, from our early reports and long range visual and scans, it appears to have been the Talon, and we know that tr’Vatrix had many of its systems vastly upgraded, to accommodate the whims of his bondmate. Perhaps it had some sort of advanced jamming system of which we are unaware of?”

 

“tr’Vatrix, the Fvillah’s watchfvai, but a fvai that na longer has the full favor of its master from what I’m told nowadays. For too long has he kept the best of the fleet to himself, sharing only what extras he deemed we needed, until we were able to convince the Senate, to build that new Ship building facility fahd at Othan Prime, due to the closeness of raw materials. He will all too soon see how it feels from the other side of the boot heel, once our plans are enacted… as will many others that felt to use us.”

 

“Master….master…. Nobel Deihu….,” another aide entered the hall at a brisk run, carrying a padd which he immediately held out to tr’Tronius. “We have just received word from the Myrista, that au nephew tr’Gilas is enroute to Othan Prime, having escaped the attack rhea Grenelix 3. Fortunate that we are that au family member has the skills to escape such a terrible defeat for our cause.”

 

tr’Tronius glared at the young aide, furious and now knowing who and why the attack upon their defloxo and weapons operation most likely came to be and why it had been targeted there. “Did he have anything specific to report?”

 

“Na Rekkhai, only that he brings au a great prize, and expects to be fhad by days end.”

 

The aide beamed at tr’Tronius, excited to be involved in what clearly would be something that was going to be of great benefit to the Othan, and just as quickly, barely able to duck in time and cringe in terror at the crystal gobble that had just been thrown at his head. Dark blue wine coursed down the surface of the painting it had hit behind the aide, spreading out and running down in runnels made by the textures of the oil paints used to create the hand painted masterpiece, that was now stained and ruined.

 

“The Veruul!!! He brings her here!!?? Now!!?? What is he thinking!!?” Totally flustered and beyond anger now, “He endangers what it took us so many years to put into place, and for what? So far his entire operation has been filled with incompetence, from his assassins, to his abductors, the sister of the Talon’s XO could na even yy’a her own sibling, and she was supposed to be rising hrrau the Tal Shiar. Hna, she is just a target, to be made to disappear. All his recommendations have all been failures. Veruul! His vanity will be the ruin of years, and years of what we’ve striven to put into place. And to believe he was of my house, but we may have to fix that.

 

I want to be notified the siuren he lands, and have him brought immediately to me, as well as his ‘Prize’. We will have to change our plans, to divert what can only become ruin to everything we’ve done.” He turned and grabbed another flask of wine, this time forsaking the goblet and drinking directly from the bottle.

 

“Summon my prime council so that we can discuss how we had best now proceed, and remember, nobody is to see the woman tr’Gilas brings with him, or says a word, or they will na longer have a tongue to speak with.”