[color=#e2e2e2][b]DESTINY ASCENDANT
MAIN HANGAR DECK[/b]

“SICI you sure you translated that right?” the commander looked to the hologram.
“Of course, what do you take me for?” SICI was perplexed why that had prompted Muriel to respond aloud.
“Just ... making sure because I don’t care for where that leads.”
She looked to the kyrians who had spoken - in her opinion at least - out of turn. Raldyr raised valid points though. When he went to question Kindal however, she raised a pointing finger. “I do not believe the Overseer has made any indication that he lays claim to this world. Let us not jump to conclusions.”
Her own diction had become more formal, eliminating common slang and mannerisms to ease the burden on external translators. SICI could cope either way.

Kindal snapped at the kyrian immediately. Muriel jumped on that too. “Hey! Nobody should be snapping at anyone on my ship. I expect better civility than that,” she softly reprimanded before giving him her full attention. “SICI, double take?” she had glanced left again.
“It’s accurate commander,” SICI copped a bit of attitude with the commander, prompting an uneasy silent exchange between the Alduuri and the AI.

Her unsettled look shifted back to the overseer. “I am not sure I like the implica-” she was interrupted by a couple of bridge officers on her headset at once, “wait say that again? Let me see it on the holotable.”
She retreated inside the briefing room and activated the table while Natka briefed her. The visitors who had their own translation were probably very confused observing only one side of the conversation through the briefing room’s acrylic wall. “Commander we’re looking at subspace disturbances in the hundreds. We’re about to be in a warzone!”
“Who are they? Can we get an ID on something?”
“Stand by, something’s coming out now .... looks like direct match to the covenant warships already in the AO. Commander do we engage?”

Muriel didn’t get to answer the follow-up question. Her eyes had snapped up to the fleetmaster. By the looks of it, Kindal was hearing a similar briefing. Impulsively she stomped towards the open door at the fleetmaster, grip tightening around one of her sidearms. She drew and aimed square at his head the instant she came out of the door.
Kindal bellowed at the fleetmaster in the same moment, reading his staff - likely a weapon as well. Unsure how much of a threat he posed, her aim flicked over to him for a moment, then back to the fleetmaster, and then she drew her left weapon to train on Kindal. “You! Stand down!” she bellowed at him, very slowly beginning to lower the pistol she held on him.
She looked to the fleetmaster, eyes narrowing to searing laser beams. “You, start talking,” she growled, “You come for diplomacy only to kill us all?! Is that it?!”

In his infinite audacity, the overseer found virtue in threatening not just the fleetmaster, not even just the commander, but everyone all at once. Her attention turned to him once more, weapon snapping back up to a well aimed neck shot. “Do not threaten me on my ship overseer! I care not what your gods think of me; stand down now or else!”
They wanted the so-called vault, both of them. That was her leverage. “Tactical load mod 21 torpedoes; fix target on the surface structure.”

The marine sergeant had heard both the shouting and Muriel’s headset feed. He and a fireteam had begun to slowly move in as the situation went code yellow: weapons drawn. “I guess you were right Commander, this [i]is[/i] turning into a shitshow.”
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