> > "Well, sir, we were there doing some standard recon on what we
thought
> >was a launch point for a possible first strike force. As usual our
intell
> >was bad. Not that the information was bad, but I believe that the
analysis
> >was of poor quality. We went in. I wish I could say completely
undetected,
> >but I can not. I thought we got in fairly clean. Enough for a quick
look
> >around before the heat came in. However, they were waiting for us. Just
> >they have been for several missions now. I can only speculate on the
> >reasons why, sir, so I will include them in my official report. We got
in,
> >and somehow they found us. They found us, and tried to corner us. The
only
> >thing that saved us was Palmer. He did a lone rush on a squad of cardies
> >and took them out, and almost got taken out himself. If he had not done
> >that, sir, we would have been captured. I was lucky to get him back to
our
> >medic."
> >
> > He let things stay there for questions. The picture was not a
rosey
> >one, especially not the one that the official reports gave.
>
> Kitanya was *not* happy, and this time, she couldn't control the slashing
> of her tail that started whacking Brell in the leg repeatedly. She didn't
> bother to stop it. "Everrrybody out," she said in a low, dangerous tone.
> "I want to talk to this man alone."
>
"Admiral Kitanya, this is highly unusual. He has not been properly
debriefed...." he was cut off.
>
> "I don't like to rrrepeat myself, Commanderrr," she growled at Brell.
"You
> can have yourrr time with him when I am done. Now, get out." Her fangs
> were showing more than usual by then.
>
Deciding to take a different track..... "Clear the room." brell
said heading to the door with a slightly quicker step than usual. The
others followed suit.
>
> She walked over to him and motioned questioningly if there were any bugs
in
> that place.
>
He shook his head to say 'No sir.'
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