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-BEEP,BEEP,BEEP- Hawke groaned as the high-pitched, incessant beeping continued to pierce his dreams. Sighing and rolling over, he turned off his alarm, and grudgingly swung his feet to the floor, sitting up on his rack. He felt stupid, having gotten drunk yesterday. In twenty years of service, he had never allowed himself to get drunk while on a mission. As it was, he barely remembered what happened after he had gotten back to the ship. The cumulative affect of the strong mead had fully caught up to him by the time they had returned. He did remember dismissing the Marines, and telling a smirking Nathan to schedule an officer’s briefing in the morning. That’s when things started getting a bit hazy. He didn’t know if he had managed to get himself into his rack before passing out, or if someone else had helped him. He wondered how just four drinks managed to put him under the proverbial table. The mead must've been potent stuff indeed!
Sighing, Hawke climbed out of bed, showered, and dressed in a clean Talons uniform before stepping out of his Captain’s quarters and into the narrow corridor. His quarters weren’t far from the bridge. In fact, turning left out of his quarters and following the corridor to its end would take him to the bridge. Next door to his quarters was the officer’s briefing room, which was his destination
Stepping into the officer’s briefing room, Hawke grimaced when he saw that he was the last to arrive. A firm believer in leading by example, Hawke made it a habit to be the first one there, and the last one to leave. Everyone stood when he entered, and everyone’s expressions were noticeably blank, no doubt hiding suppressed mirth. Hawke scowled, and waved them to their seats.
“As you were.” Hawke said, as he took his own seat at the head of the table. He took a moment to look at his officers, taking note once again of their expressions. Nathan was grinning at Hawke openly. Gordy had leaned forward in his seat, resting his chin in his hands in a way that obscured his mouth, which Hawke also suspected obscured a smile as wide as Nathan’s. Raijan Kemai looked a bit uncomfortable, as well as perhaps a bit embarrassed, as he studied the tabletop. Being a Rejaian man, he grew up in an honor based society, heavily influenced by the Asian cultures of old earth. As such, it is their belief that the actions of a superior officer reflected upon him. That was why many junior officers went out of their way to ensure the success of their superior officers. Likewise, betrayal was unheard of, because loyalty was a matter of honor as well. Hawke suspected that he would have much to do to remove whatever perceived stain on his honor he may have caused.
“I’m glad you finally found your quarters last night, Hawke. The singing was awful.” Nathan said. Gordy, unable to contain himself, laughed uproariously. Even Raijan could not suppress a tight smile from flickering across his normally stern demeanor. For him, it was the equivalent of laughing out loud. Hawke scowled at Nathan, as if to say “Do you mind?” Nathan just smiled, allowing himself a small chuckle before asking, “So what did you learn?” Hawke cleared his throat.
“Yes. Well.” Hawke said, preparing his thoughts before telling them what he had learned about the Guan Yu , and the R.E.S. Choyo , and about his encounter with the Rejaians afterwards.
“It seems that the Guan Yu belongs to the Rejai Empire.” Raijan said quietly.
Nodding in agreement, Nathan added, “And the Choyo. If I were to guess, I’d say that the Choyo is bringing supplies.” On a sudden thought, Gordy leaned forward and tapped a few keys into the console in front of him, then smiled with satisfaction and pushed a button to project something up on the holographic display.
“Look.” Gordy said, pointing to the file he pulled up. “The R.E.S. Choyo is classed as a
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-BEEP,BEEP,BEEP- Hawke groaned as the high-pitched, incessant beeping continued to pierce his dreams. Sighing and rolling over, he turned off his alarm, and grudgingly swung his feet to the floor, sitting up on his rack. He felt stupid, having gotten drunk yesterday. In twenty years of service, he had never allowed himself to get drunk while on a mission. As it was, he barely remembered what happened after he had gotten back to the ship. The cumulative affect of the strong mead had fully caught up to him by the time they had returned. He did remember dismissing the Marines, and telling a smirking Nathan to schedule an officer’s briefing in the morning. That’s when things started getting a bit hazy. He didn’t know if he had managed to get himself into his rack before passing out, or if someone else had helped him. He wondered how just four drinks managed to put him under the proverbial table. The mead must've been potent stuff indeed!
Sighing, Hawke climbed out of bed, showered, and dressed in a clean Talons uniform before stepping out of his Captain’s quarters and into the narrow corridor. His quarters weren’t far from the bridge. In fact, turning left out of his quarters and following the corridor to its end would take him to the bridge. Next door to his quarters was the officer’s briefing room, which was his destination
Stepping into the officer’s briefing room, Hawke grimaced when he saw that he was the last to arrive. A firm believer in leading by example, Hawke made it a habit to be the first one there, and the last one to leave. Everyone stood when he entered, and everyone’s expressions were noticeably blank, no doubt hiding suppressed mirth. Hawke scowled, and waved them to their seats.
“As you were.” Hawke said, as he took his own seat at the head of the table. He took a moment to look at his officers, taking note once again of their expressions. Nathan was grinning at Hawke openly. Gordy had leaned forward in his seat, resting his chin in his hands in a way that obscured his mouth, which Hawke also suspected obscured a smile as wide as Nathan’s. Raijan Kemai looked a bit uncomfortable, as well as perhaps a bit embarrassed, as he studied the tabletop. Being a Rejaian man, he grew up in an honor based society, heavily influenced by the Asian cultures of old earth. As such, it is their belief that the actions of a superior officer reflected upon him. That was why many junior officers went out of their way to ensure the success of their superior officers. Likewise, betrayal was unheard of, because loyalty was a matter of honor as well. Hawke suspected that he would have much to do to remove whatever perceived stain on his honor he may have caused.
“I’m glad you finally found your quarters last night, Hawke. The singing was awful.” Nathan said. Gordy, unable to contain himself, laughed uproariously. Even Raijan could not suppress a tight smile from flickering across his normally stern demeanor. For him, it was the equivalent of laughing out loud. Hawke scowled at Nathan, as if to say “Do you mind?” Nathan just smiled, allowing himself a small chuckle before asking, “So what did you learn?” Hawke cleared his throat.
“Yes. Well.” Hawke said, preparing his thoughts before telling them what he had learned about the Guan Yu , and the R.E.S. Choyo , and about his encounter with the Rejaians afterwards.
“It seems that the Guan Yu belongs to the Rejai Empire.” Raijan said quietly.
Nodding in agreement, Nathan added, “And the Choyo. If I were to guess, I’d say that the Choyo is bringing supplies.” On a sudden thought, Gordy leaned forward and tapped a few keys into the console in front of him, then smiled with satisfaction and pushed a button to project something up on the holographic display.
“Look.” Gordy said, pointing to the file he pulled up. “The R.E.S. Choyo is classed as a
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