> > "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."
>
"As does yours, Admiral. The honor is truely mine." Kettering replied.
>
> "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."
>
"It is really our good fortune to have a Jirr'ith-wielderrr of Clan Mikan in our
humble group. Perhaps even more fortunate is Karachi for not provoking you further."
he replied giving the pig a look to punctuate his point.
"Would you have any thoughts on our previously asked questions, Admiral Kitanya?"
he said taking a seat to yield the floor. "How and who shoudl approach Admiral
Lasiter and just what should we do if and when he ignores us."
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