Tris, who had left the pomp of Chiss regalia behind once they passed into Chiss space now wore a simple white Admiral's uniform, boots polished to perfection. She cocked a brow at the scion, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth.
"Excellent," she said quietly enough so that only they could hear,
"You play your role well Anath'ari'lore." Now louder,
"Yes, we shall." She turned and entered the transport, her boots clicking on the metal ramp. Inside there was a squad of Warrior commandos sat in jumper seats chatting in one of the Chiss colony languages and
Bayaz
stood waiting for them, now dressed in the blacks of a CEDF Warrior's uniform rather than his Alliance blues. He nodded to Tharil before turning to a holopanel on the wall.
Tris sat behind the pilot in one of the two extra chairs in the cockpit and gestured for Tharil to sit across from her. When Naporar flew into view it was accompanied by a single space station, the silhouette of a Chiss heavy cruiser docked in its shadow. The defense of Naporar was sparse with only two other heavy cruisers maintaining position just outside the standard Hyperspace egress point and a handful of patrol boats cutting through the blackness of space, their constantly shifting red running lights the only indication of a patrol.
"I know it doesn't look like much," Tris said.
"We were only left with a handful of vessels as large as the Circumspect. They are out acting as mobile military bases throughout unoccupied Chiss Space. The largest of the Chiss' war assets serve as nothing more than glorified pleasure yachts for those Aristocra and Synidicure members who managed to escape Csilla's destruction, the tools of our salvation reduced to floating Family Homesteads..." Tris refrained from kissing her teeth in frustration but she did cross her arms and tap a finger in annoyance.
Just as they crossed into what would be the heavy cruisers' effective firing range a Peltast destroyer dropped out of hyperspace above them casting them in its shadow. A voice crackled over coms.
"Admiral Tri'sunodo, is that you?" Tris tapped a button on a panel beside her, waving the pilot and co-pilot off from answering.
"It is, Commodore. I assume I'll see you soon?" The man harumphed. He sounded older, maybe a bit tubby.
"Indubitably." Tris' brow pinched and her mouth curled into a frown.
