Vogefak––––––––
I expected Fenebok was blowing through space at multi-C. But the Serelav was severely damaged from the Kqorrian Star-Hawk's main disruptors. There was no way the engines could propel it more than 4 times C, or engage the Transpulsce Disruptor Assembly. John and his crew initiated their Z-Space translator and we joined my brother shortly.
I walked up from the observations deck to the bridge. I walked up to John((I assume it was his ship………
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"Thank you for your help," I said as we translated back to M-Space, "I must get to my ship. My dishonorable brother has not waited his turn to receive honor. He stole my ship. I assume you have a transporter? I will beam to my ship shortly. I do not request you come along. I have troubled you enough."
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Fenebok––––––––
I was still caught up in his reveling. He was going to be given so many medals. He would be promoted to rank 5: Commander. There was absolutely no way he would not be. He 'single-handedly beat a Kqorrian Star-Hawk! And brought the Zetylon back to tell the tale!' he would say.
The tactical terminal beeped. He ran back to look at it. Another ship. The Ops pannel chirped. He ran to it.
"Company." he remarked, vexed. He couldn't recognize the configuration. But the life-signs made sense –– a few Terrans, and a Reptilinod. Vogefak had come after him.
He prepared for battle with a final remark: "Glorious."
