Romulan Empire Log | Whispers | EnRiov Shiarrael t'Rehu

Posted on 241506.23 @ 10:37am by Praetor Arrenhe t'Ahaefvthe

Mission: Reconciliation & Reconstruction [Fleet Plot]
Location: Romulus

[Romulus, Ra’tleihfi]

The late day sun bathed the capital in its amber hue. Just above the Galae Command complex an armored flitter circled as its dark metallic skin bearing the insignia of the Galae glimmered against the waning brilliance of Eisn. The vehicle gracefully swerved through the air before slowly descending through the upper level parking entrance where it came to rest near the main doorway into the facility. Several soldiers who were standing guard immediately saluted as the door parted revealing the lithe figure of EnRiov Shiarrael t’Rehu. The Admiral pulled her legs in front of her and then stepped out of the flitter. From the doorway a small bevy of military aids spilled out followed by Galae EnRiov Takaram tr’Thrai.

Shiarrael studied the commotion wearily a bit surprised by the sudden presence of the Galae’EnRiov in front of her. Rising to her full form she inclined her head as the aids passed by heading towards the flitter while the Galae’EnRiov approached her directly. “Jolan’tru Rekkhai” Shiarrael said dipping her head in a respectful bow.

He returned the bow while wearing his usual tense smile “Jolan’tru Shiarrael. I hope you are well?”

“Well enough. Are you heading out?”

“Yes.” He said with a half nod “though before I leave I will speak to you briefly.” He moved one arm slightly behind her shoulder without actually touching her and then guided her several paces away from the aids and guards. Just far enough to be out of earshot but not far enough to afford any legitimate privacy “I have spoken to the Praetor. We will carry out your plan as you have designed it. Are all elements in place?”

Shiarrael nodded her head “though I am still not entirely certain about all aspects but I believe we will be successful. They should only be detected when they hit the Federation’s gravitic sensor net but by then it will be too late.”

“I see.” Takaram nodded his slowly as if still absorbing what she was saying “very well. I will leave the details to you EnRiov. We will be leaving for Earth in five days. The Praetor has also expressed that she wishes for you to carry her banner aboard the Hhveir Ri'hwathech.”

Internally Shiarrael frowned at the potential hassle that would create for her though openly she only held a steady expression. Carrying the Praetor aboard the Hhveir Ri’hwathech was not an appealing prospect. Certainly there were more covetous Admiral’s in the fleet who would be ecstatic to have the opportunity. Why me? She could only imagine the annoyance this would create for her crew with those patronizing Rei’Krannsu guards tramping around the ship. The slight sigh that escaped her lips was the only indication of her irritation “we would honored to have the Praetor aboard.”

The sly smirk that appeared on the Galae’EnRiov’s face suggested he thought otherwise but he said nothing. Instead he nodded his head one final time and waved dismissively at her before making his way to the flitter which his aids had encircled.

Shiarrael waited until the flitter parted before heading inside the building. There was still a lot of planning to do before they left Romulus. Five days? Not near enough time to get everything done properly, but then, when did they ever have enough time?

[End]