The General and the rest of the people were already on their way back to the transportation vessel when ACASIAS delivered worrying news from his sister. The message was simple, two words in all. "
THREAT PURGED", she affirmed. If his exoframe would not automatically root out behaviour that could harm the delicate parts of the faux face it carried, Creft would have called for it to bite its lip. What does she mean, 'purged'? It didn't take him long to add one and one together though: Nick had gone against his direct order of explicitly
not doing anything stupid, hadn't he? Dammit.
He responded to the information post-haste: "This is about Zelthis is it not? Virne is going to rip us apart." The latter statement carried the same matter of factly tone which the General was known to use when issuing orders that could well lead to the death of the unit. He knew that they would not get any too serious reprimands, but deaths of crew on peaceful missions like these always warranted an investigation. And the Duke was known to be a thorough and dutiful man under their joking and approachable exterior.
Eventually they arrived at the ship and it would be the time to extract their unruly, even rebellious lunatic from the space they had been confined into. To make sure any further stunts of foolishness would not be taking place, Creft donned the set of twin plasma repeaters on his shoulders, the familiar targeting reticules appearing in his field of vision. He would personally be looking after this fellow for the rest of the trip, if the guards were too incompetent to be trusted with said job. As soon as they'd have recovered Zelthis and ran a successful and fault free diagnostics test, they would be heading back to Fleet space. It had been far too long since he had last walked in the familiar hallways of the
Universal Nova.
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