Kath
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Mith'arn'nuruodo, newly arrived on Csilla from his post out in the far reaches of the Ascendancy, sat calmly as a shuttle took him groundside from his ship in orbit. His red eyes stared calmly out the viewport in the passenger cabin, scanning over Csilla. It was the first time he'd been here in over twenty years, since he graduated from the Academy. Nothing much had changed.
Finally, I can prove where I belong in history. he thought.
There was a subtle bump as the shuttle entered the atmosphere and streaked toward the capital Csaplar and into the city itself. Mith'arn'nuruodo silently stood as the shuttle came to a halt eyes unblinking. As the ramp descended, he briskly strode down it, shoulders high, hands clapsed behind his back. At the end of the ramp, stood a small Chiss female. She carried a datapad and looked as if she was an aide of some sort. She was remarkably beautiful.
"Sir, the Head Admiral expects you in the combat simulator immidiently...sir." The aide sounded intimidated as she realised what a physically imposing figure Mith'arn'nuruodo was despite being an officer and over forty years old.
"Very well. I will go there at once." With that, he left the hanger in the same manner he entered it. Chest high, back straight, hands clasped behind his back. Those red eyes never blinked. Briskly he strode through the heated underground halls until eventually reaching the combat simulator, where the Head Admiral was awaiting him.
"Mith'arn'nuruodo reporting, Head Admiral. Awaiting your orders!" He spoke in the well practiced voice of an officer. He patiently awaited orders from his superior. Those red eyes still never blinking.
Finally, I can prove where I belong in history. he thought.
There was a subtle bump as the shuttle entered the atmosphere and streaked toward the capital Csaplar and into the city itself. Mith'arn'nuruodo silently stood as the shuttle came to a halt eyes unblinking. As the ramp descended, he briskly strode down it, shoulders high, hands clapsed behind his back. At the end of the ramp, stood a small Chiss female. She carried a datapad and looked as if she was an aide of some sort. She was remarkably beautiful.
"Sir, the Head Admiral expects you in the combat simulator immidiently...sir." The aide sounded intimidated as she realised what a physically imposing figure Mith'arn'nuruodo was despite being an officer and over forty years old.
"Very well. I will go there at once." With that, he left the hanger in the same manner he entered it. Chest high, back straight, hands clasped behind his back. Those red eyes never blinked. Briskly he strode through the heated underground halls until eventually reaching the combat simulator, where the Head Admiral was awaiting him.
"Mith'arn'nuruodo reporting, Head Admiral. Awaiting your orders!" He spoke in the well practiced voice of an officer. He patiently awaited orders from his superior. Those red eyes still never blinking.