[hr][center][h2][color=0076a3]Commander Aamra Tulez[/color][/h2][/center][hr]

[color=0076a3]"Yes sir, probably for the best,"[/color] Aamra confirmed with a sage nod, the comment at the end slipping out somewhat unintentionally. Blinking, she gave a deep breath and straightened out her disheveled uniform, turning on her heel to both gather her thoughts and hide her exhaustion. Years of discipline and training had taught her to never show a fault or a weakness whether she was a disciple or an officer, and it frustrated her to crack like that. Sure it was a minor quip and entirely understandable given the circumstances, but Aamra hated slipping up like that, especially in front of this band of miscreants. For now though, she had work to do, then maybe she could finally get back on her schedule. 

[color=0076a3]"Begin the final sweep of the ship,"[/color] Aamra directed to the four robotic soldiers. [color=0076a3]"I will join you shortly once this report is filled out."[/color] With a flourish, she withdrew her datapad from an interior pocket, wiping a smudge of some pirate's blood off one of the corners nonchalantly as she prepared a message.

[color=0076a3]"Right, a debriefing, worded for delicate bureaucratic ears,"[/color] Aamra mused as she recalled all the important bits of the expedition. [color=0076a3]"Politics...no river is more dangerous and winding..."[/color]