Miles to Midnight

[Reeves]

With what sounded like pride in his voice and two outstretched hands constantly making gestures to silently enunciate the words he was going with, Morreti laid out an action plan for how the situation would unfold onboard. "Onboard, Grant and his men will move the second you give them a signal to do so. They'll be posing as a detachment of guards keeping the hangars secure, that way they keep access to flight deck storages locked down too. Once they start moving, they don't stop until the holdout of your loyalists is bogged down within a compartment you can access from C&C. When that happens, you lock down the section and-" Rather than say anything to explain what the next part was, he folded his right hand into a fist and thumped it into his left palm.

Crossing his arms and taking on a neutral posture, he continued. "Outside and in space, our fighters posing as your escort can take down the communications array with your help, all you need to do is disable shields and reroute the spare power to engines, burn your way to our territory and the job's done. I project we'll suffer a fair few losses forcing the loyalists through funnels and into a corner, but that's the cost of freedom and we're all willing to pay it." He was different when he talked about killing and death, like there was something stirring behind his eyes, it was hard to put a finger on or even gauge. But to the average person, it would feel as if the person they were talking to somehow wasn't one of them, that he was something different and out of place.

It was just uncanny.