>> Samuel was touched by the offer. It was quite the honor to be extended such >> an invitation to a Great Hunt of the Mikan. While he was not as fluent in >> Caitian custom as he would have liked, he understood what it meant... >> >> "With your permission, I would like to join you. It is the least I could do >> for such a friend, for such a warrior."
"I would not have mentioned it if you werrre not invited," she told him, her golden eyes filled with sadness and compassion. >> She turned to Carrhae. "I have been trrrying forrr weeks to stop this >> plague that devourrrs the hearrrt of the Fleet. I know who it is, but I >> cannot connect him to what I suspect is months, orrr even yearrrs of >> illegal, even murrrderrous acts, that have sucked the life frrrom us. We >> arrre not an intelligence orrranization, and have limited rrresourrrces in >> that arrrea. If you can find the connections, Spec Ops will rrrreel him in >> and his crrrimes can be exposed in courrrrt forrr all to see." > >"Who might that person be," she asked. > >> "Adm. Keterrring," she said simply. > >"I would like to know what you have to suspect him." > >(ooc: would you update privately just who kettering is?) > >(response) > >> "I know just how t draw him out too....", Lasiter said fixating his anger and >> fire on Admiral Kyle Kettering.... > >t'Llhweiir raised an eyebrow. "How?" > >(response) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------- "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
