Xeno Alliance Leadership and Hellfire Legion Leadership "talks". (AO)

[wainwright]

Fleet Admiral Richard Wainwright yawned and stretched. The incessant beeping that had awoken him continued. Rubbing his face, he slid out of bed and staggered over to his terminal. There was a message from Incursus actual. He sighed. GRACE had little care for human sleep patterns at the best of times. Shed been much the same in life, come to think of it. He tapped the terminal, accessing the message. The beeping ended, and he relaxed slightly.

As he read through the message his eyebrows raised. Leaning forward to place his head in his hands, he took a deep breath, before standing. Moving quickly through his quarters, he showered and dressed, before heading for the docking bays, and the shuttle he knew awaited him.

Four hours later he stood at the entrance to the bridge of the Incursus. He looked at his watch. 07:59. He smiled briefly, before running his fingers through his hair. Moving forward the doors to the bridge swept open. He hoped GRACE would appreciate his punctuality, but he doubted it. He cleared his throat, softly

Lord Commander. Fleet Admiral Wainwright reporting as ordered.

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All the old knives, that have rusted in my back, I shall drive deep into yours.

Betrayed