> "Guess the cat is out of the bag, folks. We have a Lasiter Lover
>here...." Tyrus said loud and sarcastically. Several members of the
>assembled group laugh. They quickly quiet down, and get back to business.
She hated the cat jokes, and at that moment she had a vision of putting
Tyrus into a bag himself and beating the bag with a stick, but the vision
passed.
>> "I only counsel patience. Plan; yes, of courrrse. But plans and their
>> execution arrre two differrrent things, and I would only say wait on the
>> latterrr."
>>
> "I think that the Admiral speaks the truth. She is right." Lasiter
>added to her statement.
>
> Karachi responded a tad angrily, "You two are timid. You do not
>have the stones to put up a challenge to the weak Lasiter. What would
>Kettering say if he knew that you, Ty, thought this? You are supposed to be
>competitive and critical of your brother. You are supposed to be oppsed to
>his leadership style, the secrets, the politics. Do you talk with two
>mouths?"
>
> Lasiter walked down the remaining steps to the center of the floor,
>right in front of those present. To one who knew Samuel Lasiter one would
>say that they carried themselves the same way. Like a starship captain-
>king of the realm.
>
> "There is a big difference between cautious and timid. Sort of
>like the difference between ignorant and utterly stupid. You should be able
>to tell the difference, as the latter of both comparisons fits you to a
>tee." Lasiter responds with the characteristic joking, biting wit that
>helped earn him a reputation across the fleet.
>
> Ty continued, "And you damned well that in his absence I speak for
>my CO, Admiral Kettering. And..."
>
> A louder voice cuts him off. "AND Ty and I are on the same page, so
>Admiral Kettering knows, I know, how he feels." This voice was different.
>It was one of absolute authority, absolute command, it was...
>
> "Admiral Kettering... another pleasant surprise." Captain Simmons
>announced the arrival of the group's leader.
>
> "Enough of this bickering and thrust and parry... There is business
>to talk about. Admiral Kitanya, I am Kyle Kettering the commander of 9th
>Fleet smuggled here by my XO Ty Lasiter. It is a pleasure to have someone
>as distinguished as you as part of our group. welcome.}
She stood and bowed in proper Caitian style, smoothly and fluidly. "Yourrr
rrreputation prrreceeds you, Admirrral. I am honorrred."
(resp?)
"We werrre just talking about how Karrrachi herrre," she purposely didn't
use his rank, which she could do since she outranked him, "dares to insult
a Jirr'ith-wielderrr of Clan Mikan, and still thinks he's going to make it
home tonight," she said matter-of-factly. She glanced a dangerous look at
the Tellarite. "But beyond that, the need forrrr a plan, and the patience
to wait on its execution only when it becomes necessarrry, as with any
*good* tactical plan."
(resp?)
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