Page 13 of Warrior Revealed

“How did your mission go?” the Matron asked.

“Abysmally. There was a race of…”

“But you are well?” Axilla interrupted, her expression concerned.

“I am fine. However, I do need to request medical intervention for a passenger. The frigate also suffered some damage but nothing to speak of. The issue we faced is more of a diplomatic nature.”

“And Cartil can’t treat them?”

“Unfortunately, no. Brennan is being kept in stasis in a sanative pod,” he replied.

Axilla couldn’t hide her pleased expression that he was forced to come home, despite being told someone was grievously injured. He wanted to admonish her, but that wasn’t done. But his censure must have translated in his expression, because she swiftly grew serious.

“I will make preparations. What species is this passenger and when do you expect to arrive on Osi?”

“The new species I informed you about, a human male. I’ll have Cartil relay what information he has to the lead medic there. I’d appreciate it if you apprise them this is a priority. I expect to arrive there the day after tomorrow.”

“So soon?” Axilla again looked eager.

“Yes.” He nodded. “So, the situation we faced involved the race called Miran Sona…” he attempted to continue.

“That can wait. You are well and you will be here soon. It would be better to report to the whole Conclave in person,” Axilla brushed the issue aside. “While you are here, we must make good use of our time and hold another Trial. Many citizens have petitioned the Conclave while you were away.”

He groaned, knowing this was coming. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“What was that?” Axilla’s image flickered. “I’m sorry, Aculus, there must be solar wind interference.” Her image flickered again then went blank.

“Solar radiation my shell,” he sighed in frustration. Axilla had played that game before. “Do you hear that, Tarsus? This is panning out great. Now I also get to look forward to a Trial when I get home,” he sarcastically grumbled.

Unfortunately, Tarsus was no help. He’d fallen back asleep with his little furry head resting in the empty bowl.

Nadzia

“All right, Pops, I’ll see you in a bit. Mom, you want something to eat?” She kissed the glass lid on the capsule keeping her father alive.

“Sweetie, he’s not awake, he won’t know if you spend five minutes or five hours in here.” Her mom gripped her hand.

“Maybe I don’t hang out in here just for Dad.” She pointedly looked at her mother.

“I’ll be okay, promise. Why don’t you take some of this time to explore, get to know the people we were lucky enough to cross paths with. I promise, as painful as this is,” her mother said with a gesture to her father, “this will also be a highpoint.” Carol motioned to the ship.

It was a rare opportunity; one she’d only ever experience once in her life. And undoubtedly when she was back home again, she’d regret not taking the time to soak it in. But she also didn’t want her mother worrying in the clinic all by herself.

“I have noted your sage advice and will try.” She squeezed her mom’s hand as she got up.

“Mm hmm. When have you girls ever taken my advice?” Carol side-eyed her.

“What?!” She gaped at her. “We take it when it counts. Now, do you want me to bring you something to eat?”

“Nah. I’ll stretch my legs soon and get something. Take off,” Carol insisted and swatted her butt.

“Yes, ma’am!” She chuckled and hustled out of the clinic then down the main corridor to the dining hall.

“Nadzia,” Scala, greeted her. He was the captain of the ship and Aculus’ first lieutenant.

“Hey.” She joined him in line to grab a bite to eat.

“Go ahead.” Scala gestured for her to get in front of him.

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