> "We can take care of the prisioner transfer while you make your calls,
Admiral. Shall we get back together tomorrow morning? That should give us
time to properly take care of prisioners, wounded, dead, re-supply, and
re-enforcement issues before we continue with the task of planning our next
move. Also, with your permission, I would like to begin interrogations and
analysis from our psyops and medical folks. We will want more detailed
analysis of their biology." Black offered.
She nodded, her mane, now clean from the blood it had been matted with
earlier swaying gently. "I think we all want that. Forrrward the
rrresults to the Caitian goverrrnment, if you wouldn't mind. Ourrr
scientists and physicians can prrrobably give you insights a humanoid might
miss. Make surrre to rrrecorrd the interrrogations if it's
apprrroprriate." For the Klingons, it might not be. "Again, the Caitian
experrrts will want to have a look at them to see if therrre arrre things
we can glean otherrr might miss. You don't need to send those; therrre
will be pshychologists in the grrroup being sent out herrre."
(resp?)
She was sore, her wounds pained her, and she had a lot to do. She got up
and went back to her quarters. The first thing she did was to go back to
her list of units that she'd considered originally for this mission. She
found three squads on the back-up list and sent out orders for them to come
immediately. The next thing she did was to check the time and to put in a
call to M'Rrenn on the Gold Channel.
(resp?)
<[Greetings, old friend. I was hoping I could talk to the Admiral.]>
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