The Chronicles of X.

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//The chapter before this one is here. This is the second part.

815 AS.

"Don't you think he's weird ma'am?" Commander Elias James Turner questioned his superior officer. He had heard of Anderson before, she never left anyone behind and that had given her quite a reputation. That, and she was easy to approach.

"When you hold power of that magnitude you cannot perceive everything as we do." Commodore Sophia Anderson responded, whilst raising an eyebrow to question how Turner had used ma'am.

"Power? He holds an attainable rank." Turner continued, this time dropping the formality with a smile.

"Not like that, a different power. You know what I mean." Anderson replied knowingly.

Both of them knew the conversation had come to an end. Firstly, because Turner knew exactly what Anderson meant when they were talking about the Admiral. Secondly, they were outside the hall on Toledo that functioned as the office for Xander Aaron Ainsley Augustus Jacen Bastian Eadbhard Alexander Qayshon Dabney von Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorf, the Admiral both of them were talking about, and would be talking to.

The doors opened on cue, not letting them pause for even a second with their stride.

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