06-28-2026, 06:09 AM
Flint could tell that the newcomer wasn't comfortable with what he'd overheard either, as he tactfully replied to this superior.
Once he'd finished talking, the man was still maintaining his neutral visage as much as he could. But Andorians had tells.
"Midshipman Ris'maeriiffa Qab'ataar, Chief. Newly thrown to the wolves by the Academy."
Flint instantly picked up on the subtle humour on Qab'ataar's introduction. “Well, we're not exactly wolves, Sir. We're more like disenfranchised cats.” He replied as his previously irked expression changed back to his more light-hearted beat.
"I don't recall being taught about anything called 'Condition Gray' at the Academy, so, if circumstances allow, I'd appreciate a primer on it."
“Well, Sir. The easy description is we power down everything we can, and we make like a hole in space. Anyone actively scanning for us will find us eventually, but if they don' know we're here, they should never know we were here.”
It wasn't exactly a textbook description. But then there wasn't really a textbook on it.
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Once he'd finished talking, the man was still maintaining his neutral visage as much as he could. But Andorians had tells.
"Midshipman Ris'maeriiffa Qab'ataar, Chief. Newly thrown to the wolves by the Academy."
Flint instantly picked up on the subtle humour on Qab'ataar's introduction. “Well, we're not exactly wolves, Sir. We're more like disenfranchised cats.” He replied as his previously irked expression changed back to his more light-hearted beat.
"I don't recall being taught about anything called 'Condition Gray' at the Academy, so, if circumstances allow, I'd appreciate a primer on it."
“Well, Sir. The easy description is we power down everything we can, and we make like a hole in space. Anyone actively scanning for us will find us eventually, but if they don' know we're here, they should never know we were here.”
It wasn't exactly a textbook description. But then there wasn't really a textbook on it.
== Tag back ==