Directorate Officer
Stormfire-class Assault Frigate Audacious, somewhere in the Mytaranor Sector
“Two contacts, both are probably corvette to frigate sized. It's hard to say from this range sir,” said the disembodied voice over the intercom.
Gir turned to face Salmakk. It was rare that the two adopted brothers to meet in person now. The events of the Netherworld had kept the two of them busy, with Salmakk struggling to keep the business running and Gir running across the chaotics front lines with 1st Beta Line. It would almost appear to have been fate or luck that they would have ended up working on the same project. In fact, Gir was certain that Salmakk believed it to be the case. While the Commodore knew better, he'd never tell Salmakk.
At least not yet.
“Thank you Lieutenant Herson,” declared Commodore Quee, setting down his mug of caf, “I'll be on the bridge shortly.”
Still sitting by the holo-projector, the mon calamari looked up at him, “Intruders? Already at this stage of the project?”
Gir paused right before exiting the door, “Hard to say what their motivation is. The Mytaranor sector isn't exactly known as being the cleanest sector of the galaxy...could be slavers, smugglers, pirates...you know, the usual.”
Salmakk bobbed his head up and down in understanding, “I'll be here, brother, working on what I can until you get back.”
Gir nodded, “We'll talk when I get back.”
“Two contacts, both are probably corvette to frigate sized. It's hard to say from this range sir,” said the disembodied voice over the intercom.
Gir turned to face Salmakk. It was rare that the two adopted brothers to meet in person now. The events of the Netherworld had kept the two of them busy, with Salmakk struggling to keep the business running and Gir running across the chaotics front lines with 1st Beta Line. It would almost appear to have been fate or luck that they would have ended up working on the same project. In fact, Gir was certain that Salmakk believed it to be the case. While the Commodore knew better, he'd never tell Salmakk.
At least not yet.
“Thank you Lieutenant Herson,” declared Commodore Quee, setting down his mug of caf, “I'll be on the bridge shortly.”
Still sitting by the holo-projector, the mon calamari looked up at him, “Intruders? Already at this stage of the project?”
Gir paused right before exiting the door, “Hard to say what their motivation is. The Mytaranor sector isn't exactly known as being the cleanest sector of the galaxy...could be slavers, smugglers, pirates...you know, the usual.”
Salmakk bobbed his head up and down in understanding, “I'll be here, brother, working on what I can until you get back.”
Gir nodded, “We'll talk when I get back.”