> Matt's smile was both amused, and annoyed. "Well, there are two words that
> have been struggling to get out of my mouth every time I encouter Admiral
> Renaud," Matt said, looking her way. "Those two words are, 'Bite me.'" He
> shook his head. "We had the CiNC's blessing, did we not?"
Cax'Pa's smile at his comment about Renaud changed to a frown at the
mention of Lasiter. She did not trust him. Maybe it his position. She
had had difficulty with people in authority since the Academy.
She responded with a non-committal grunt.
> "Unofficial, but his blessing none the less." The cloaked ship was slowly
> dropping in a negative Z plane from beneath the Rihannsu war cruiser docked
> inside spacedock, as a courtesy. The large spacedock doors were open, so
> there would be no problem slipping out. Minutes later, they were into the
> inky black of space. "It's been a long time since I've piloted a ship," he
> said, almost wistfully. The course was flawless, though. "There are
> certain talents," he said simply, "that once mastered, I am loathe to give
> up. This is why I could still split an apple on one's head with an arrow
> from fifty yards."
She looked at him, and on side of her frown crooked upwards. "Why would
you develop a skill like that? More importantly, who offered you their
head upon which to practice?"
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