> >"About these fifedoms... can you make contact with that splinter organization >again? I have been in contact with all of those that came to the pow-wow that we >organized. Trying to show them, prove to them that we are working toward some >progress. Trying to support their own efforts of taking responsibility for their commands and doing a house cleaning of their own. I want to know what effect it has had, and what they are looking for in the next step. I have a few things that I can do from this end, and I want to pick the ones that will get the most impact on their group. Then, perhaps we can really put this damned fifedom crap to bed. There is *one* chain of command, and it can not allow for splinter groups or open dissention within the ranks. Besides, if we are going to survive the threats that are coming, we have to unite. I would like to have time to heal after the shake up that is coming. I fear that it will be painful to some." For the first time Kitanya could see the drive in the man. She could sense just how much was wanted to pounce, but was holding back. Waiting for just the right moment. The vibe he was giving off was that lots of things would be changing, lots of officers and enlisted were being set up to fall for their actions (criminal actions), or inactions as it may be.
"Change can hurrrt, sirrr," she said, "but sometimes it's the only way to move out of the past and into the futurrre." "True, but the hurt must have some time to heal before we are thrust into a battle for our very existance." "I will see what I can do to contact them, sirrr. I'll give you a rrreporrt on what I find out." "Thank you. Good luck." ***** Chris GM- SPD & JSOC
