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Updated: May 16, 2025
The commandos fell in around the Ranger, and at another extended-claw gesture from Hovan, the whole group moved toward the Hermnaen's control central. Tarlac rather wished the Team-Leader would leave his claws retracted. He'd seen Traiti claws in action once, and didn't enjoy being reminded of the incident.
If the Hermnaen's seemed to have a bit of an edge at present, it was understandable; the Lindner's would have made as good a showing, taking a Traiti VIP to Homeworld. They passed Defsat Five half a dozen kilometers out, Tarlac making the necessary call to confirm their landing clearance. Then the pilot took them down, slowly and precisely, following the beacon.
"Your Majesty, if this succeeds, all of us will be working for the interests of both races combined." A driving surge of hope erased some of the Emperor's fatigue. "What do you want me to do?" The next morning, as promised, the Supreme and First Speaker met Tarlac and Hovan at the Hermnaen's loading ramp.
"Only four who aren't fit to travel," Tarlac said thoughtfully. "No real problem, then; I can give them support, though it won't be obvious. Take them along, in the Hermnaen's sickbay." "If you can do that, sir, why can't you heal them?" "I could, but I'm not going to. You heard what I said about keeping things as normal as possible.
"Headquarters out." Tarlac looked over at the Master Pilot. "It's all yours. Take us down." "Aye, Lord." Watching critically, Tarlac had to admit there was very little difference in efficiency between the crews at the Hermnaen's control central and on the Empress Lindner's bridge.
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