[centre][h2][colour=ff4d27]Yalu 'Suumko[/colour][/h2][/centre]

Yalu tried to search the eyes of his superior officers to gauge the reaction to Tar's proclamations. He was not especially relieved to hear the ever diplomatic Lacalu try to appeal to the responsibility Tar had to her homeworld rather than making it clear that she was not the one in power here. The very fact that she was on this mission presented a personal influence that could compromise the objective.

Looking at it from another angle enlightened Yalu. They needed her to fight voluntarily to show the populace she was worthy of Brissekh. They could not have her going rogue. A female commando this far from her keep would necessarily be bold enough to do so.

Yalu walked a few paces behind Tar and Lucas but did not pitch in with his opinion. He turned off to stop by his quarters before proceeding to the hanger so he could leave behind the foam racing collar around his neck.

[colour=ff4d27]"Sorry Lucas,"[/colour] he muttered to himself. [colour=ff4d27]"I pray you do not learn too violent a lesson with your human sensibilities."[/colour]

He made a personal note to bring a cold pack with him to the pelican, just in case any heads needed cooling.