by Pyronychus » Sat May 28, 2011 6:40 pm
Dak tilted his head at the smaller of the two Dravacions just as Rotax's white gaze turned to her and he growled, "Well then, I think someone should investigate." "I'll be in charge of that... if you don't mind, sir," hissed the blur-gray Drac, sounding like she was making a real effort to contain her excitement. "Are you sure you can handle it, Sergeant?" "Yes, my arm is almost fully healed, and the pain is gone." As she said this, Dak's eyes wandered down to her front right limb, which just a week before had been badly broken in three places and her hand almost crushed flat in a construction accident in the newly opened Landing Bay Ten. Though permanent light gray scars now criss-crossed the arm, it looked completely normal otherwise; even her mutilated fingers had regenerated perfectly in only a few days. "Very well," growled Rotax. "I'll transfer the job to you. I would help as well, but I have business here." "I'll assist if you wish, Sergeant," Dak hissed, meeting the Drac's piercing red gaze as she smiled very slightly and nodded. "That would be great. Maybe you could help me put together a team?" "Certainly." "I suggest you get started as soon as possible. The interference is beginning to disrupt cargo transport to places that really need it, like this station. Even the Central Core is having trouble communicating orders," hissed Rotax, turning and walking back to his console, motioning to the black-striped Raptavus, who promptly turned and disappeared through the small door that lead to the access stairwell. "We'll begin immediately, sir," hissed the blue-gray, turning on the spot and walking out of the control room, Dak at her heels. They walked down a hallway much larger than Dak was used to, since he mainly kept to the separate Raptavi corridors. The station was built to give the two species their own ways of moving around without interfering with each other. Dak quickened his pace so he could walk at the Dracavion's side. "So Sergeant-" "Come on Dak, you know me. Call me Nightjar," she hissed with a quick downward glance at him. "Nightjar... did you have anyone in mind for the team?" "I was thinking maybe Rhone, for one, if he's free." Dak nodded. "Okay. Do you think you'll need a navigator? How far will you be traveling?" "Ah," Nightjar suddenly slowed down a bit. "That's the thing... Even though they estimated the signal's position in two dimensions, the polar stations still haven't figured out exactly how far away it is. It could be ten thousand miles or two lightyears..." Dak tilted his head, hissing, "Then I suggest you take a skilled navigator like Jaribu." Nightjar nodded, continuing on down the wide corridor at her former speed, glancing at a line of other Dracs who were passing in the opposite direction. Suddenly she spotted one in particular and stopped short, Dak hopping to the side to avoid running into her arm. "Rhone! You're just who I was looking for. Do you have time to help me?"
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