Heartshot
Bringing nothin' to the table since birth
Rzaya
@Elephantom
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About halfway through the senior opinions, Rzaya had come to the realization she was staffed with very inexperienced personnel, almost exclusively so.
"Turn those into maybe a backup team in case the first one crashes, consolidate the damage with like uhhhh....."
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Her attention drifted from the immediate situation to the horrifying thought of some sinister conspiracy. Anxiety began to tremor through the young captain. Why would she, someone with no background in leadership, suddenly be trusted with such an outrageous task? What was Yang trying to pull?
*"-several times but hadn't um - uh - due to them being below the surface, so that contributed, plus...*
The thrill of a rescue was knowing that if the target died, it was entirely her fault. She would know she alone had failed, being too weak to do what was necessary to save the victim's life. Here, being in command, was something she could not relate too. She was expected to take the shortcomings of others and somehow form an equation for success out of unreliable variables.
*"realize that uh this may be a bit much especially considering ours and your own, um....Captain?"*
Evidently, her apprehension was visible.
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"Captain?" Repeated one of the seated lieutenant commanders.
"Yes?"
"I was just," The man clears his throat before continuing, "Do you think that might make a change in any details of the mission?"
"What might change the mission?" Rzaya questions quickly.
The lieutenant commander looked uncomfortable having to say it so bluntly. "We had some special operatives on the ground in Dyrashir on a covert-op. They were taking down a uh -" He looks down at his his portable panel, but is interrupted by a soon-to-be-promoted ensign all too proud to remember a single detail.
"An anti-aircraft facility ma'm, the problem is we couldn't make contact. The nature of their mission could have likely required subterranean measures, which would strain communication" The Lieutenant Select finished crisply.
Rzaya's interest spiked. "We have a missing team out there? That certainly takes precedence." She hastily decreed.
"No Captain, I'm afraid the concern is that they may have already destroyed the facility, and if that is the case - and it wasn't completely silent - we would severely reduce our chances of a peaceful surrender from the Basilisk crew." The lieutenant commander swallowed after he spoke.
There was such an ironic stream of silver lining in the dark cloud presented before her. Rzaya was an amateur captain, she commanded a novice crew, had no battle experience and was just sent on what could have been a quiet political exchange, except prior to her command two special operative soldiers were sent to destroy a military structure for the other party involved.
The only good news from the entire wardroom meeting was that somewhere in enemy territory were two seasoned combatants, which was exactly who she needed advice from. Rzaya recollected herself and stood, leaning forward and placing her hands on the long table, looking at her staff before ordering a signal and recovery team be sent immediately.
"Find my commandos!"
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