>Lasiter had sat forward again wondering where his Chief of Staff was, but sank back into the chair. The wind taken from his sails once again. He had not only lost a son, but lost an old friend. Lost one of his most trusted confidants. As an awkward moment passed in silence, Lasiter inquired. > > "How? Was it on the station or in at the funeral?", he said barely able to lift his gaze from the table to meet Kitanya.
"The sniperrrs. He was one of the two casualties," she said, her voice low and gravelly. "I don't know the specifics." She wasn't sure she wanted to yet. (resp?) "I want to find them," she said in a low, dangerous voice. "I want to find them and kill them." And she didn't want Federation rules, no Starfleeet regulations. Raw, dirty, one-on-one. It was personal for her as well, now. (resp?) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- "He who is certain he knows the ending of things when he is only beginning them is either extremely wise or extremely foolish; no matter which is true, he is certainly an unhappy man, for he has put a knife in the heart of wonder." --Qanuc proverb, "The Dragonbone Chair" by Tad Williams _______________________________________________ Spacedock mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://scifi-rpgs.com/mailman/listinfo/spacedock_scifi-rpgs.com
