David Chambers reclined in his quarters, despite it's small size. Rarely did he get a moment to himself these days. Second in command of one of the Xenos premier wings made his relaxation time all the more precious, especially in light of the destruction of the Barrow.
David thought about what he'd seen hardly a single Xeno shot had landed on the strange balck ships, and he knew that the southern Xenos weren't that bad a shot. Added to that the way they moved into jump space without a jumpgate or jumphole, this made them a terrifying prospect indeed. If the Xenos were to survive additional attacks they'd need something heavier than a fleet of hawks, helll the serpentis own bomber wing would be of little use. They needed something bigger. Much bigger.
The comms light above his head blinked it's usual unwelcoming red, apart from overhead lighting red seemed to be the only bulbs ever bought. It got tiresome after a while. He opened the comms to be met ith the face of Ourays chief medical officer.
"The patient you bought in wants to speak to you. He's only just out of consciousness and in extreme pain, so you'd better get down here quick. I'd like him sedated as quickly as possible."
Well at least it was important not like the time he'd been yanked out of bed to help deal with a couple of piranhas. Folks had gotten in trouble for that.
David ambled his way to the medical bay and made motions toward the survivor he'd dragged in.
"Hi. You wanted to talk to me?"
The survivor's breath was ragged and he was forcing his words as if somehting had damaged his vocal cords.
"Ye..s. Ships....Targeters didn't....work...couldn't scan....need to fight...."
David had assumed this to be the case, but this confirmed it. Bigger ships yes, but they also needed better tech. That was going to be more troublesome indeed.
