> > "That doesn't sound good. What do you
> foresee coming our way, Sir?" he
> >asked not liking the sound of what he just
> heard.
>
> "The felinids arrre a verrry dangerrrous
> thrrreat. They have sophisticated
> ships, although forrrtunately they seem to lack
> the tactical experrrience to use them as effectively as they could. They
have high-powerrred weapons, and theirrr melee combat is fierrrce. Ourrr
forrrces werrre
> trrrained by Caitian elite fighterrrs on
> felinid fighting styles, and we
> still sufferrred heavy casualties. Untrrrained
> trrroops wouldn't stand a chance. Those things would cut down a company of
Marrrines in fifteen
> minutes." She couldn't hide the anger and
> contempt in her voice as she
> talked about the felinids.
>
"When we have problems, we most definately have problems."
>
> "This is classified, Marrrcus," she said, "so
> it stays herrre."
>
"Of course, sir." he said obviously intrigued.
>
> "We've discoverrred that the felinids arrre
> genetically manipulated and
> engineerrred Caitians, most likely brrred with
> the intention of crrreating
> the perrrfect killing machine." She let the
> implications of that sink in.
>
It took a moment to sink in. Once the full weight hit him, Aurellius
turned a bit pale, "Do the Caitians know about this yet?"
