The Chronicles of X.

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815 AS.

The man in question held a rank of an ensign, though ranks were irrelevant to his purpose. He also held the name of Andraste Fionnlagh. He was part of Sophia Anderson's crew and his purpose was quite simple. If any individual needed to be eliminated, in person, it would be his purpose.

"This is Andraste Fionnlagh. He is an ensign who is part of your crew Commodore." X introduced the smiling man while he rose out of his seat.

The bodyguards tensed as X rose and Anderson wondered why she was being introduced to such a low ranking agent of The Order. Turner had already figured it out.

"He will explain his purpose while he leads you to see the shipyard where your vessel is being constructed. This meeting is now over." X bowed slightly. "Have a nice day."

"Admiral, uhh?" Turner questioned, not knowing that X was not up for further communication.

"It will be ready for flight sometime in 816 AS. You have my assurance on that. In the meantime, concentrate on upping your skills. You're going to need them." X bowed once again.

Turner gulped. Anderson watched intensely. Nothing more happened in terms of words. They both bowed slightly and walked away from the desk, following Fionnlagh.

Fionnlagh's smile decreased in size as he led the two superior officers towards the shipyard. "Superior only in rank."

His cynicism was what kept him alive so long. "Always expect the worst."

He too had been given a job by X, and he would carry it out to the very end, at any cost.

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