>><[Greetings, old friend. I was hoping I could talk to the Admiral.]>
>>
> <[Please stand by.]> he said sensing the unspoken gravity behind her
words.
<[Thank you,]> she replied.
> {OOC: assume that this call happens after the tense meeting in Lasiter's
quarters and his mind meld.}
>
>A long moment later...
>
> Lasiter's face appeared on the screen. There was a fatigued glint in
his eyes. But nothing else revealed what had been happening on SPD.
>
> "Admiral Kitanya. It is good to see you. How goes your mission?"
"It's had its ups and downs, sirrr. The good news is we have a good
numberrr of felinid prrrisonerrs we arrre questioning as we speak. The bad
news is that they came at grrreat cost. I'm orrrderring up morrre SpecOps
trrroops, as is Captain Polath. Ourrr casualties werrre heavy." He looked
as tired as she was.
(resp?)
"The initial assault prrroduced casualties that werrre high, but within the
expected rrrange. The prrroblem was that the enemy sent in a second wave
of attack crrraft that intelligence had not indicated would come. We took
heavy casualties prrrotecting the ships frrrom boarrrding crrrews. We also
lost the Hathorrr. She'd taken considerrrable damage the firrrst time
arrround, and so the second wave took herrr out. Captain Lasiterrr was
superrrb, howeverrr. He used the death of his ship to take out severrral
of the enemy crrraft, beaming out as the warrrp corrre exploded. I intend
to rrrecommend him and his crrrew forrr medals."
(resp?)
"Well, we need anotherrr ship, sirrr. The rrreason this mission came out
the way it did was that the Hathorrr, even forrr it's fighting crrrew, was
not a ship built to fend off high quality aggrrressorr crrraft. We need a
frrrigate, orrr its equivalent."
(resp?)
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