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| - Moorshavin fumed over the incompetence of the captain, in charge of the blockade. "I specifically instructed him not to allow any visitors through the blockade. I emphasized on any, for clarity. What was he thinking?!" "My Lord, technically, there is a military law that states officers of higher rank must be permitted, no matter what faction." "I don't care about technicalities! Captain Tutherland made an enormous mistake. I can't allow for any more. My plans are coming apart at the seams, once again. Reassign Captain Tutherland's unit to another part of the blockade, and then await further orders." "As you wish, My Lord." "Good. Warbird out!" He snapped the comm board off, with extreme violence and rage. Playing hard ball again, Tarakus? Just be glad that I'm not pursuing you any further,
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| - Moorshavin fumed over the incompetence of the captain, in charge of the blockade. "I specifically instructed him not to allow any visitors through the blockade. I emphasized on any, for clarity. What was he thinking?!" "My Lord, technically, there is a military law that states officers of higher rank must be permitted, no matter what faction." "I don't care about technicalities! Captain Tutherland made an enormous mistake. I can't allow for any more. My plans are coming apart at the seams, once again. Reassign Captain Tutherland's unit to another part of the blockade, and then await further orders." "As you wish, My Lord." "Good. Warbird out!" He snapped the comm board off, with extreme violence and rage. Playing hard ball again, Tarakus? Just be glad that I'm not pursuing you any further, you sandscale! - - - - - -Lorrd City Tarakus sat at a little tapcafe near the University, looking something up on a local Lorrd database. Nothing about this makes any sense to me. I just can't seem to make the connection with this crystal to Terephon. He thought to himself as he typed into a computer terminal. "Tarakus, you've been at this for over half an hour. Let's give it a rest, and take the rest of the afternoon off. I'm sure something will come to you in time." Mirandall said, assurance hinted in his voice, but concern being conveyed through the Force. Tarakus slowly turned his chair towards the human. "That's kind of you to offer, but I really need to get this done. There's something that I'm not quite getting, some sort of connection I'm missing, and I need to find it." "Ok. But, there's always tomorrow, ok? You look real tired." Mirandall persisted, handing Tarakus a cup of caf. Tarakus took the cup, grugdingly. "I'd rather have Pine Scotch right now, Mirandall. Where are the others?" "They went to check out the aquarium. They'll be back in a bit." A twinkle of light hit Tarakus's eyes. "Say, let's go. I think we might have a little luck there." "Do you really think so?" "Of course, Mirandall. I wouldn't have had the thought cross my mind if you didn't mention it, would I?" A smile crept across Mirandall's face, as the two turned and left the tapcafe. - - - - - -Tristchana Pride Near Lorrd "This is where Tarakus said he would be. I don't see any of his fleet ships around." The admiral said, while Harlan stood next to her. "That's because he didn't take the fleet with him. It's still at its base in Tepagastra." "How convenient. Just when we need them the most, they're there the least." "Don't worry about it. That's where we come in. It's a good thing we have cloaks." "Sure is." That pretty much ended the conversation with 109-Star Grand Admiral Kyre Duskaldo, a fairly young and attractive female Fazabian Fa'neir Dragon. Her orange uniform was cut to show off her figure, and her blond hair was grown to cover a little bit of her back, the latest in a new wave of progressive military recruits. Harlan slowly walked back to his station, on the Elite-Class Catarian Super Battle Ship, Tristchana Pride. His Royal Blue Uniform, indicating that he was indeed a Royal, showed off his high rank in the Navy. He'd been in it for years, as a fighter pilot, and was certainly proud of the role he played. "Admiral Duskaldo, continue on this course, with the fleet, keep our fleet in orbit behind the blockade, and get us, on the surface of Lorrd, without being detected." The Admiral smiled at Harlan, and said, "Right away, Your Highness." She started spitting out the commands, in a rapidfire succession. Harlan had to admire her spirit, and her enthusiasm on this mission. It was unlike anything he had ever seen. Boy, if the Deathheader were here, Charles would be rolling in his makeshift grave. He thought, a grin creeping onto his face.
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