Ghosts of the Past...

[Dab]

Raf'el hated having to show respect to that.. Human and his Alien puppet. Showing respect to some sub-species, even more a sub-species that was being controlled by another. The thought of it made him sick. Having to show respect to some puppet. Being so easily converted shows the human's weakness and helplessness. How did such a weak species survive this long?

Nevertheless they were his best chance to get what he wanted. He would deal with it for now. He threw open the Intel ops room doors open and strode, no stomped, into the room.

"Sir, we finished our scan of the meterials and haven't come up with any--" The Intelligence officers voice faltered as Raf'el spitted him with a stare of pure venom. At least these enlightened ones know when to shut their mouths. "I will be in my control room. Do not disturb me unless you have found that ship." He practically growled the sentence. "But sir.." The officers voice again died out as the connections between his throat were mentally disconnected to his brain. The man's knees gave way and he fell to the floor. Not too bright though.. He thought. He released his control on the man's mind and walked past him towards the control room. Two enlisted men grabbed the officer by the armpits and hauled him out of the room. This happened often enough they knew what to do. The only one stupid enough to keep doing it is the head officer. Perhaps its time someone moves up to take his position.

The coughing sounds the man was letting out cut off as he closed the door to his control room. He quickly pushed all other thoughts out of his mind willfully and concentrated on finding that ship.




(Virus' / Arouk's turn!)

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