|
|
|
|
Chapter Fifty Gracefully
proceeding along the great corridor leading to her father’s office chambers,
Valyr Shesh makes haste to bring her father the final reports from the amassing
Kuati Fleet. When the last acknowledgement of Vanquar the Greater’s commands
was received Valyr knew that her father would wish to be informed. Though
she found this latest project of her father’s ambition ludicrous, she also
knew that as a dutiful child she must follow his instructions to the letter. No
matter how much her Kuati blood boiled at the thought of assisting a Chandrillan
in any venture, she trusted her father to not lead his people into an
ill-conceived plan. There must be some great benefit in this deal that he has
not seen fit to inform his first daughter of in this instance. Irregardless,
the vessels were even now amassing into a fleet, the likes of which has never
been seen in the galaxy. The Chandrillan’s will never suspect such a defeat,
and the Corellian Ship Builders will be left scratching their collective skulls
attempting to figure out just what the Kuati Driveyards Corp did to outbuild
them this time. And by the time they can piece together the new technology
themselves, the Kuati Driveyards will have have already taken over all their
clients. Perhaps my
Most Honored Father truly is a financial genius after all. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The
sounds of clicking heels across the surface of polished durasteel flooring are
heard hurriedly progressing through the corridor leading to the director’s
offices. The speed with which the clicking occurs leads one to believe that the
officer is in a certain amount of haste to complete his current task. Upon
reaching the door to the reception area of the offices, the officer pauses long
enough to straighten the tunic of his uniform and smooth out his hair. Steeling
himself for the task at hand, he hardens his posture, takes a deep breath and
enters the reception area. Turning hard on his heels and clicking them together
smartly he addresses the woman seated there, “Important dispatch for the
Director.” Casually
looking up from her vid-screen, the receptionist regards the man with little
interest. “Just a moment… I’ll see if the Director will see you.” She
turns to the comm station beside her on the desktop, “Director Suul, there is
a messenger here to see you… What would you like me to do?” She awaits his
response while ignoring the officer’s disgust at having been referred to as a
mere messenger. “If
it’s from the council, just take it from him,”
came the voice form the comm station. “No
sir, it looks to be from SecComm.” After
a short pause, the voice comes back on, “Very well, send him in.” The
officer puffs himself up once again and walks to the office door. As he
carefully opens the door, “I certainly hope this is a better report than the
last one you people thought was so urgent… I am a very busy man,
Lieutenant.” Closing
the door behind him, the Lieutenant turns back to face the Director with a most
stoic face. “Director Suul, I believe you will find what you have been
anticipating in this dispatch, sir.” Handing the bear of a man the datapad,
the officer seems quite confident with his delivery. “Hmmm,
and how old is this information?” Holding
back the smirk that dwells in his mind, “Not more than a few hours, sir. We
received the info from a tracer that was placed in that sector… According to
your instructions, sir.” The officer waits for a moment, pondering his next
question, “Sir?… If I may, how did you know to be watching that sector?” “Simple
deduction, Lieutenant… Even if the Kuati’s had nothing to do with the
trouble in Chandrila, they are far too opportunistic to pass up a chance at
stirring up the tempest a bit more for their own gain.” Meklin continues to
flit through the files contained on the datapad. Growing uneasy with the
silence, the officer begins to fidget. Noticing
that the officer has not left yet, Meklin remembers that he has not dismissed
him yet. Deciding to take the man down a peg, Meklin turns around in his chair
to face the window, never taking his eyes from the datapad, “That will be all,
Lieutenant. If I require anything else, it will come through the proper
chains.” The
air gone from his sails, the officer clicks his heels smartly together and makes
a precision about face and exits the Director’s office. After
a few minutes of going through the data thoroughly, Meklin lets out a decidedly
delicious sigh, “It is always so rewarding when all of your hard work comes to
fruition.” Just
then, a shadow passes from the back wall of the office, “Yes, but can we trust
the Kuati filth to keep to the windy side of safety?” A dark and menacing
voice speaks his distrust of this news. “Please,
my dear Lord Lusankya, the Kuati’s will never do anything to jeopardize their
business, unless the gain to be received is greater than the risk. And you dear
sister is a greater risk than anything I have ever come across.” Director Suul
nods to his dark visitor. Nodding
back, enough so the light barely catches his face, casting terrible shadows
across his chiseled and angular features, “You would do well to remember that
yourself… Director.”
Creator: PtrsonsZOO (Jennifer)
*SPECIAL NOTE: Due to circumstances beyond our control, the rest of the story will be written by PtrsonsZOO (Jennifer)
Back to Index Continue to Next Chapter ©2004 Rocky
Mountain Fan Force |