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>>6044757You take a few deep breaths, having said your piece and wait in anticipation as your Tactical officer considers your arguments. Ever pragmatic, the Laedra man could be a staunch supporter if he weighed your ideas favourably or your worst enemy if he were to conclude that you were in the wrong. His eyes flick back and forth a few more times, seeming to tally up everything you’ve explained to him — your simulated nightmares, your Father’s orders, your investigations. Finally he makes the call.
>>6044792>>6044992>>6044999>3 Successes“You are correct, Sir.” He states matter-of-factly, “The potential merits of your investigations into the ship’s nature outweigh the risks of failure. The Captain’s actions appear to be in error, his judgement clouded by his emotions.”
<span class="mu-i">Yes! You knew you could count on your good friend Coen to see things rationally!</span>
He nods slowly.
“In the event of your death, there is at least one other inheritor of the Annon bloodline to carry on in your place. A small price to pay to potentially save many more lives.”
<span class="mu-i">Ah…yes. The best of friends.</span>
“Well thanks for your concern, Lieutenant.” You deadpan. “I’m glad you agree that anything we can do to free ourselves from the downward spiral has to be worth it. Let’s try to avoid my untimely demise though, hey?”
“Of course, that would not be optimal… I phrased that poorly.” His brows crease in an uncommon display of contriteness. “I merely meant that to imply your sacrifice for the cause would be a… noble… one?” The Tactical officer attempts to say tactfully. At least he’s making an effort.
“Well regardless, I have a promise to keep and I don’t take that lightly when it comes to my friends.” You smile reassuringly, and clasp his shoulder firmly, “I’m grateful to count you among them, Coen.”
The Lieutenant blinks then after a moment breaks contact, snapping a crisp salute in lieu of response.
“Let’s meet up with the others and work out a plan of attack then. I heard our bridge duty has been cancelled so we may have some extra time off after lunch.” You turn to leave the now deserted fire control centre, Coen stopping to copy some files from the targeting computers onto his data pad before catching up to you.
The corridor stretches away from you but curves in such a way that you can’t quite see down the entire length of the deck. Various bulkheads and security hatches are interspersed along the route you take back to the local transport hub, placed in such a way that enemy boarding teams would always find themselves flanked and the defenders protected from the dangers of crossfire.
