>*** In still other places, Kitanya was waking. Her night had been quite
>eventful, and her sleep fitful. She had been tired to begin with because
of
>her trip to tend to the Felinids, and last night a meeting of the traitors.
>Was there no end. Today was a new day...
She'd barel begun her new job, and already she needed a vacation. That
trip she'd made to Aerial 3 had been so great, staying in one of the cloud
cities, soaring down to the surface and back up on those little flitters...
She rolled out of bed feeling like she'd been dragged behind a transport
through an asteroid field and got herself dressed. The humanoids would
probably never notice her golden eyes, tinged with red around the very
outer edges, but M'Rrenn would and probably chastise her for it,
respectfully of course. But there was no rest for the wicked, so she made
herself look beautiful and headed down to her office for the morning
dispatches. As Torgash joined into step behind her, she wondered if he was
thinking she looked tired. She almost asked him, but decided not to. She
didn't want to know.
"Good morrrning, Narrraht," she said in the most chipper voice she could
muster. "What's the news today?"
"You did something, didn't you.", he answered through the UT. "There has
been too many calls for you. When I got in, there were 8 messages, and
since then another 15. Some from various Admirals, others from Captains.
Did I mention that there have been at least 3 pesky officers in here,
insisting that they see you this morning. If it weren't for Captain
Aurellius, I would have melted them all. He has one particularily arrogant
bugger in his office now, trying to convince him that you are not interested
in whatever the 9th fleet is up to." the Horta answered a bit testy at the
bum rush of the morning.
9th Fleet, that was Kettering's fleet.....
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