04-22-2025, 06:52 PM
After a brief pause, the communication channel opened. On the other end sat Commodore Ilas, a cobalt-skinned Andorian. She wore her silver hair tied in a tight ponytail, her antennae curled flat against the top of her head like a pair of sleeping vipers.
“Commander Velaul, how kind of you to check in. I trust you’ve gotten to the bottom of Ambassador Weisbrantz’s request. I hope it’s nothing that Aquila can’t handle.” She clasped her hands expectantly, awaiting Velaul’s response.
“Commander Velaul, how kind of you to check in. I trust you’ve gotten to the bottom of Ambassador Weisbrantz’s request. I hope it’s nothing that Aquila can’t handle.” She clasped her hands expectantly, awaiting Velaul’s response.