~The Battle of the Empires~ A RP

[OwlLover]

After tracker departed Theored whispered into the comm. "Grog keep a close eye on him, he has not yet been tested in this area.... I don't want to loose a friend."

Tracker flew off, not wanting to lose his temper in front of the Centaurs and Terrellians.

 

[OwlLover]

Meanwhile, Nakiso flew towards the Coracle-Lunar Cat border to meet with Nostros.

 

[OwlLover]

(Congrats!

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[member 142084]

Nostros paced his room, he was going insane. There's to many what if's, to much waiting. Yes my greatest opportunity is before me, but now no longer in my grasp. What if, what if, what if. Augh. Nostros stormed out of his quarters and headed for the bridge. He had been flooded with all the requests, formalities, acquisitions, forms, and needs from the Terrellian Empire. On top of his trying to figure out how to save his people. Shandrak was handling the brunt of it including the delegates and over Lords. But the King has to have all knowledge of his kingdom. Fortunately all communication except for emergency transmissions were about to be cut due to the mission. Nostros entered the bridge.

"Your Highness." Mork insisted. "Are you ready?"

"Yes as soon as our cargo arrives we will leave and wait near the borders of Coracle for Nakiso. If they aren't already there."

"Most likely not, our lead wasn't very much to go on. Finding people aren't very easy."

"Strangely fate keeps clashing us together. Is Tracker in the scanner yet?"

"No, they are only 15 minutes over due."

"Is the fleet in position?"

"Yes, as far as the clues lead."

"Good." Nostros sat in the Captains chair. Centaurains don't sit so Mork always stood mid bridge. "Inform me as soon as the cargo arrives." Nostros waved a hand at one of the Techs.

"Yes my lord."

"Send a short range hail see if Trackers out there." Mork waited patiently with his hands folded behind his back.

 

[OwlLover]

Tracker did not reply to it. He went to the back of the shuttle while putting it on auto-pilot so he could cool off.

 

[member 142084]

Tracker did not reply to it. He went to the back of the shuttle while putting it on auto-pilot so he could cool off.

The pilot sat there quietly. "How long before you want me to respond?"

 

[OwlLover]

"Reply to them now. But I'm not talking to them." Tracker was obviously not in a very good mood.

 

[member 142084]

"Reply to them now. But I'm not talking to them." Tracker was obviously not in a very good mood.

"Aye." The pilot opened the com. "Frigate 1 this is deep shuttle 3, inbound ETA 10 minutes. Mission complete over."

"Deep shuttle 3 Frigate 1, you are cleared for dock. Proceed to docking bay 2. Keep it hot until the doors close over."

"Confirm Frigate1 shuttle out."

The pilot didn't bother to glance back at Tracker.

 

[member 142084]

"Aye." The pilot opened the com. "Frigate 1 this is deep shuttle 3, inbound ETA 10 minutes. Mission complete over."

"Deep shuttle 3 Frigate 1, you are cleared for dock. Proceed to docking bay 2. Keep it hot until the doors close over."

"Confirm Frigate1 shuttle out."

The pilot didn't bother to glance back at Tracker.

The Centaurian guards stood still ignoring the hurls of insults against them from the Drex prisoners. One of the guard swished his tail indicating his irritation. Theored had assigned a medic to ensure they would be sustained for the journey to the Frigate.

"I know you are angry and hateful, but I am going to make sure your heart is okay nonetheless." The doctor tried to soothe the Drex on a table. His vital signs had become unstable, which it had done a few times before. One of the Centaurian Guards stood close by, the the Drex wasn't capable of breaking the binds. The Doctor wasn't Terrellian, Battain, or Centaurian. He was a small creature flying with dragonfly type wings and the body of a newt. He stood no taller than 3.5 feet.

 

[member 142084]

(Hey Nakiso forgot to name the Frigate lol)