Post by Carlos on Jul 4, 2013 11:00:52 GMT -6
The Exploration Fleet and the Bastard arrived on the outer rim of the Central Region. Away from the prying eyes of various watch outposts or patrol fleets. They traveled to the location of a desolate asteroid. Concealed within, a small facility, with a single ship in it's dock.
"This is the 'Ehekatl, it means wind, in a language long forgotten. It is a stealth ship. But unlike the other stealth ships of the Empire. This one is purely meant to infiltrate. It has no means to defend itself. But it is among the fastest ships in the Empire," Admiral Kensie explained as they entered the dock.
"Wait..one ship, no weapons? I was expecting you to get us in and then fight our way in," Patriel said with an air of caution on his voice.
"It's not that simple. And we cannot simply kill the conspirators we suspect. We have no proof of foul play. Nor can we simply place Femyael as the new Empress. We will have to infiltrate Imperial space, then drop into the very den of those keeping Cirenia." The admiral explained with resolve in his voice.
"If you are concerned about surviving the aftermath," The Doctor said cutting in. "I have associates that can get you off world before the Imperial authorities move."
"That's not really what I'm worried..." Patriel muttered as he looked off to the side.
Femyael entered the hanger, only recently revived, but brought up to speed on what they intended to do. "It's in her best interest too. She has not wanted the life of an Empress for a long time..." she said in an indifferent tone, that did little to help her words.
Vice Admiral Ceren Kensie walked over to Patriel's side. "You'll need this when the time comes," he said holding out a strange looking gun.
"Thanks, I have guns of my own," Patriel said dismissively. But then the Admiral took his wrist, placing the gun in his palm, looking him in the eyes for a moment.
"This is the 'Ehekatl, it means wind, in a language long forgotten. It is a stealth ship. But unlike the other stealth ships of the Empire. This one is purely meant to infiltrate. It has no means to defend itself. But it is among the fastest ships in the Empire," Admiral Kensie explained as they entered the dock.
"Wait..one ship, no weapons? I was expecting you to get us in and then fight our way in," Patriel said with an air of caution on his voice.
"It's not that simple. And we cannot simply kill the conspirators we suspect. We have no proof of foul play. Nor can we simply place Femyael as the new Empress. We will have to infiltrate Imperial space, then drop into the very den of those keeping Cirenia." The admiral explained with resolve in his voice.
"If you are concerned about surviving the aftermath," The Doctor said cutting in. "I have associates that can get you off world before the Imperial authorities move."
"That's not really what I'm worried..." Patriel muttered as he looked off to the side.
Femyael entered the hanger, only recently revived, but brought up to speed on what they intended to do. "It's in her best interest too. She has not wanted the life of an Empress for a long time..." she said in an indifferent tone, that did little to help her words.
Vice Admiral Ceren Kensie walked over to Patriel's side. "You'll need this when the time comes," he said holding out a strange looking gun.
"Thanks, I have guns of my own," Patriel said dismissively. But then the Admiral took his wrist, placing the gun in his palm, looking him in the eyes for a moment.