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"Oh don't worry, LT. Faulkner made sure everybody gave the ship the good ol' spit shine. Though mind the blood, he may have used the faces of a few recruits as sponges." Cyrus laughed and stuck a spoonful of hash into his mouth. "I have to admit, LT. Your reputation has not been wrongly spoken of. It is in fact a pleasure to see the woman that fractured the Nesychian army. You did a loooooot of damage, ya know."
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Holding out his hand, the captain whistled quietly and the robotic creature he called his 'pet' used the miniscule gyrojets underneath it's wings to flap up and land on his arm gracefully. He sat alone in the officer's lounge, a dark purple lit cabin with three small groups of lounge chairs around a few small tables. There was a decent sized bar on the far side of the room with the wall filled many a type of alcohol.
The captain held out a small cracker that Asphexia pecked at it uninterestedly. He enjoyed coming up here during the dinners, listening to the frenzied mumbling from down below. It soothed him somewhat as he thought about the upcoming days. It was going to be a siege of one of the most dangerous fortresses in the region. Ulysses was there, but his spies inside the fortress told him that his fleet was not. Ulysses had been the victim of a massive mutiny at the hands of his first mate. He had commandeered one of the flagships and assumed control of the fleet, speeding off for another region to settle and pillage on his own terms. It left Ulysses open, weakened him to the point of being a pushover, but Renault was no fool. He knew that this wouldn't last long. Ulysses was a man of intense charisma and power. He would not stay weak for long. Perhaps he was rushing to fast into this, but he was not going to miss this opportunity to take him down and avenge the fall of the Tiranade and take back his home. He held up his free hand to Aspexia's beak. It clicked a button on his wrist and activated a remote communicator.
"Attention all officers. Report to the officer's lounge in one hour and thirty minutes. We have business to discuss about tomorrow...and Cyrus, please attend to the drinks fifteen minutes early. Make them strong. That is all." Aspexia clicked the button again and he leaned back in the lounge chair, closing his eye for a few moments. A yawn overtook him and he felt himself slip away into darkness for a bit.
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Holding out his hand, the captain whistled quietly and the robotic creature he called his 'pet' used the miniscule gyrojets underneath it's wings to flap up and land on his arm gracefully. He sat alone in the officer's lounge, a dark purple lit cabin with three small groups of lounge chairs around a few small tables. There was a decent sized bar on the far side of the room with the wall filled many a type of alcohol.
The captain held out a small cracker that Asphexia pecked at it uninterestedly. He enjoyed coming up here during the dinners, listening to the frenzied mumbling from down below. It soothed him somewhat as he thought about the upcoming days. It was going to be a siege of one of the most dangerous fortresses in the region. Ulysses was there, but his spies inside the fortress told him that his fleet was not. Ulysses had been the victim of a massive mutiny at the hands of his first mate. He had commandeered one of the flagships and assumed control of the fleet, speeding off for another region to settle and pillage on his own terms. It left Ulysses open, weakened him to the point of being a pushover, but Renault was no fool. He knew that this wouldn't last long. Ulysses was a man of intense charisma and power. He would not stay weak for long. Perhaps he was rushing to fast into this, but he was not going to miss this opportunity to take him down and avenge the fall of the Tiranade and take back his home. He held up his free hand to Aspexia's beak. It clicked a button on his wrist and activated a remote communicator.
"Attention all officers. Report to the officer's lounge in one hour and thirty minutes. We have business to discuss about tomorrow...and Cyrus, please attend to the drinks fifteen minutes early. Make them strong. That is all." Aspexia clicked the button again and he leaned back in the lounge chair, closing his eye for a few moments. A yawn overtook him and he felt himself slip away into darkness for a bit.
