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     Alados ha-Soron |
Alados stared into the message interface displayed on the terminal in his quarters. Through a series of relays, Alados had been told that Coronado could send and receive messages from the Loktai task force currently en route to Federation space. But...what should he say? What could he say? He wasn't even certain what his standing was with his own people. For all he knew, he had essentially started a civil war--something that hadn't happened since before Irin. Would they hate him for it? Would they blame him for destroying centuries of peace? On the battlefield, Alados could stare straight into the face of death and laugh. But in this matter, he was genuinely afraid. It wasn't the kind of fear that grips one when faced with death. It was a different kind of fear. The fear of rejection. Before, he had fled from a corrupt assault group under the Consival's control. Now...if he was rejected by Loktai throwing off the corrupt control of the Consival... Moving away from his terminal, Alados moved over to the replicator. Keying it for the nutrient slush he had found most preferable, he brought the deep bowl back to his desk and once again faced his terminal. His feeding tubes began arching up, finding their way to the bowl of slush. With a subdued, nearly inaudible slurping sound, they began draining the bowl. Alados wasn't really paying attention to them, though. Ultimately, Alados decided, he would have to face them eventually. Keying for a Reorsan relay, he called up the Loktai task force, querying specifically for Zandrami ha-Loroh. A moment later, Alados began to type. "Hello, Zandrami..." |