>"Very little from this group. We have them separated into small groups to limit the number of their kind they are in contact with. We are also monitoring them in their cells. They are expecially resistant to interrogation, as any good warriors are. My ship lacks the resources to interrogate that a Klingon base has, but we are making due. But judging from how hard they persued us, I would say that we have something or someone of value. There is one prisioner in particular that causes the others to get... rowdy..."
Aurellius called Kitanya, "Special Operations to Vice Admiral Kitanya." She tapped her badge with a claw. She noticed there was dried blood on it, and realized it was hers. "Go ahead." "Sir, I am sorry for the interruption, but I wanted to remind you that you have a breakfast appointment with Admiral Lasiter and Admiral t'Llweiir." She closed her eyes, controlling the frustration she was feeling. "Thank you. I had forrrgotten. I will be therrre shorrrtly. Kitanya out." She looked over to Koloth. "Get some rrrest. I will meet up with you afterrr this to go overrr what you've learrrned and to see the prrrisonerrrs forrr myself. Segrrregate the trrroublemakerr, but not too farrr away. Make surrre the otherrrs know he is nearrrby and unharrrmed. If they feel he is being made a marrrtyrr, it will cause even morrre trrrouble. And if he's in visual sight of the otherrrs, keep a camerrra on him." Caitians used body language extensively, subtle movements that indicated much to anyone watching who was paying attention. She guessed these beings did the same, and wanted to analyze it. Like professional athletes, elite fighters who fought together could read one another. She wanted to read what his body was saying. (resp?) "I will send someone down, a new perrrson on my staff. Get herrr up to speed on the situation. She might be going back out with you when you leave, but that depends on the situation herrre. I want herrr to see these felinids and get herrr opinion on them." (resp?) ------------------- Audra made her way into the offices that had been set aside for Special Operations. The past few days had been extrememly exciting ... more so than she would have thought when she was assigned to work on the station. Unfortunately, it was not the type of excitement one wanted to experience. She made her way over to the cubical that had been assigned to her and took a seat. She had spent the last few days going over reports to bring her up to speed on what had been happening in the areas she was going to be responsible for. She was just about done. She had not had an oppportunity to meet with Admiral Kitanya yet, but considering all that had been going on recently, she was not surprised. She had heard that the Admiral had lost some dear friends in the incidents here on the station and planetside. Audra could not help but hope things would settled down. (OOC: I thought it was Daphne Ares that was coming into the fold, so I'll play to that. If I'm wrong, please correct me. I'm a little scatterbrained today (and every other day, but today especially:)) Kitanya's call came through. "Kitanya to Arrres." (resp?) "What's yourrr location?" (resp?) "I'll be therrre in a few minutes. I have an assignment forrr you. You arrren't allerrrgic to cats, arrre you?" she asked, chuckling inwardly at the belatedness of that question. (resp?) "Good. I'll be therrre shorrrtly to explain. Kitanya out." (resp?) ------------- Turning back to Koloth, Kitanya grasped his arm. "Go easy on herrr, but not too easy. I'll join you when I can." (resp?) Kitanya left him and went to the transporter room of the Hopkins, and made her way back to Spacedock and her office. She straightened her uniform and hoped she didn't look too haggard - that would not be acceptable for meeting the new person. She checked a piece of chrome on the wall to see if her mane was all right, and sprucing it up a little, went inside and to Daphne's office. "Commanderrr Arrres, I'm so pleased to finally meet you," said Kitanya with all the upbeat personality she could muster. She smiled (fangs hidden) in the human way, and nodded politely as she offered her hand. "I'm sorrry I haven't had the time to speak to you earrrlierr. I give you my belated welcome to Special Operrrations." (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
