[IRW Aylhr] Penumbra - SD242105.31 -[Backlog] Past Imperfect Pt 6 - Shiarrael & Shiarkek

A Mission Post by erie'Arrain Nniol tr'Rehu
Mission: Penumbra
Location: IRW Hhveir Ri'hwathech
Timeline: 15 Years Ago

[IRW Hhveir Ri'hwathech]

As her entourage approached conference room Shairrael could hear the loud flow of several conversations spill into the corridor. She turned her head to Raha and gave her a sly smirk just before she passed through the doorway and into the room. With her arrival the conversations abruptly ceased and everyone gathered began taking their places behind the large oval table that centered the room. Shiarrael approached the front of the massive table- it looked like a solid piece of heavily polished wood but in reality it was just a holographic projection. Everything is a damn hologram these days, she mused. Turning her eyes to the group she smiled and said "hope I wasn't interrupting anything important." She set her ISD onto the table and slid into her seat.
In front of her was every wing commander in the fleet. A collection of experience, tenacity, and stupidity. It was quite a desperate group- though Shiarrael always took the adage of keeping one's enemies close to heart. The only two wing commanders she completely trusted flanked her on either side. Raha t'Nanclus who commanded the first wing and Lai tr'Krotash who commanded the second wing. Everyone else may have been born from a trash heap. Though a few of them could potentially be salvaged. She saw potential in tr'Xibanas and t'Remi, both just needed a little more shaping. The others, well, she would reserve final judgment for later. "Shiarkek. You may begin."
"Understood." Shiarkek spoke from behind her. The room suddenly dimmed until only a sliver a light remained. Above the conference table a large spherical diagram illuminated bathing everyone in turquoise "with Kaohht Yhisu now fully supplied and the arrival of the eight and ninth wings we will begin fleet operations to take back Derex in four hours." The projection focused on a winged symbol that magnified, showing a holographic image of the station along with hundreds of smaller wings that represented the entire fleet. "We will move to a position approximately .03 AU outside of planetary orbit of Derex, and wait." The projection pulled away from the station and a long emerald line flowed out towards Derex.
"Wait?" tr'Jeiai's sneer was visible in the dim turquoise that washed over his face "what are we waiting for? Shouldn't we break through the Klingon blockade?" Shiarrael looked at the young Khre'Riov holding her disdain in with a soft smile. She remembered scrolling over his records where his list of feats were conspicuously absent. It almost made his rapid ascent up the ranks of the Galae baffling. Almost. Like many, he was all pedigree, no performance.
"We wait for an opportunity." Shiarkek said.
"I understand your recent failure may have moved you towards caution- but this is ridiculous. While we wai-"
Shiarrael's smile melted into a scowl. Ridiculous? What would you know of battle planning, you rotten whelp? "Ridiculous is the nonsense I hear coming from your mouth at the moment Khre'Riov. You don't need to understand our plan. You simply need to implement it. This plan was not born out of caution from previous engagements. The Klingons have hidden their tactical assets across the system. As we have prepared, so have they. If prudence is a problem, perhaps you should return to ch'Rihan and I will appoint another in your place?"
Silence. Teeth gnashing. The young Khre'Riov leaned back in his chair and held his tongue for a moment. Finally he smiled, a sharp and toothy expression, and looked at Shiarrael "forgive me Galae'EnRiov. I did not consider the implications of my words."
I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, Shiarrael thought and looked at Shiarkek "EnRiov. Continue."
"Yes. We will wait." Shiarkek emphasized the last word while looking directly at tr'Jeiai "we expect the Klingons will grow impatient and reveal their hidden positions to directly attack us. It is imperative that every commander remains in formation. Should our lines break the isolated units may become easy targets for the Klingons. That is all I have."
Shiarrael nodded her head "as Shiarkek has just explained. I expect everyone to follow orders. We will allow the Klingons to come to us- they will grow impatient. No one should move on their own. Unless anyone else has a comment or question- dismissed."

[Hhveir Ri'hwathech Gym]

Shiarkek steadied his feet as Raha circled him, arms outstretched, fingers dancing at him. "That impertinent fool, how dare he insult you in the meeting. If Shiarrael had not said something I would have given him a piece of my mind and my fist" she clinched her hand in emphasis and moved towards him. Raha's slow approach transformed into a sprint. Shiarkek stepped forward and met her incoming palm with the muscle of his forearm, redirecting the strike. Raha shifted immediately and slid her palm beneath his arm and pulled it around to the back side of his shoulder blade. He tried to adjust his weight and pull free, but he was too slow to extricate himself from her grapple. A leg slid in between his and he suddenly found himself upside down as Raha flipped him over her back shoulder. He reached out and hit the mat hard, but absorbed some of the impact by crouching into a roll. When he stopped, he threw his arms out and sprawled himself across the mat.
"Damn it Raha. I said exercise- not kill me." He looked up at her as she sauntered over to him, hands on hips, a smirk on her face. Shiarkek had to admit she was extremely attractive when kicking his ass. He smiled.
"Tired already?" She panted and knelt down next to him "so you're still pretty crappy when it comes to hand-to-hand I see."
"Mmm." He said, looking her over "you seem a little tired yourself." Pushing himself into a sitting position he let out a sigh "when you sit behind a command throne it's easy to let oneself go."
"Yes." Raha laughed "it can be." She reached out and stuck her finger into his stomach. Shiarkek felt his muscle suddenly tighten in reaction and made a "guuh" sound as air left him momentarily. "A little pudgy, are we?"
"Uh" He felt his abdomen and then frowned at her "not the slightest, not yet at least." He smirked "what about yourself." He reached out but Raha caught his finger and twisted it causing him to turn with her motion and lay on the mat "Ok, Ok, Ok…ow!"
"No touching." She said.
"Yes, yes, no touching!" He winced, and she let him go. Pulling away he favored his wrist "you're no fun."
"Perhaps you should stick to disruptor and sword. You are dismally bad at hand-to-hand. Let us hope the Klingons do not decide to take the bridge." She stood up and held a hand towards him "or we'll be in a terrible mess if we have to rely on your skills."
He took her hand and she helped lift him up "but I will have my Vrelnec. So let them come. I'll cut them to pieces. Hell, I'm sure I could give t'Rehu a run for her money these days." Shiarkek smirked.
"Do not let her hear you." Raha laughed "she will put you to test." A chirp at the end of the mat caught her attention. Shiarkek watched her walk over to where she had set her wrist communicator down and slap the device onto her wrist. "What is it?"
"Ael'Riov, you wanted a reminder about your meeting with the Wing Commanders."
"Yes, thank you erie'Arrain." Raha turned to Shiarkek. He nodded at her with understanding. "Sorry to cut our session short, but alas, it is time to prepare for war."
"Indeed."

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