Location: Edge of the Deneba System
Post 2/20
The Decanus had been deep in meditation when the sudden blaring noise from the ship's announcement system practically ripped her from the tranquil recesses of the Force. Growling angrily, the Cathar Sith practically leaped to her feet and grabbed her cloak. Mindful of her claws as she pulled on the fabric, the Decanus stalked the corridors like every bit of the predator that she was.
Within two minutes, she passed through the reinforced blast doors leading to the bridge. As if she'd just walked through a transition field, her mood changed rather instantly as she approached the man she knew to be the Captain. "Captain. How ever might I be of assistance to you?"
The Captain, like most officers within the Triumvirate, understood his position relative to just about every other Sith. However, in general it was a tolerable arrangement. Naleen, however, had been borderline insufferable since they left for the patrol. Apparently, she'd felt that her skills and focus as more of a sorcerer and less of a warrior should have precluded her from her rotation on patrol. The Captain didn't think so, and he thought it was a good policy to shuffle even those not frequently seen among the armed forces out on patrol. It helped to create a degree of respect and understanding in Sith that would one day command the lives of entire fleets with merely a word or a flinch of emotion. "To the Triumvirate, Decanus. We've detected some unusual communications activity. No...given the range and reliability of our equipment, it could very well be nothing. However, I figured you might be able to give us a little bit more...insight?"
Naleen stared at the smaller human for a handful moments before rolling her eyes and stalking over towards the forward viewport. "I require as close to silence as this bridge is capable of for the next few minutes."
Most of the crew members looked in the direction of the Captain who merely nodded for them to comply.
Minutes slipped by as the Cathar sat quietly in front of the forward viewport. The soft rhythmic sounds of computers completing their functions was the only thing that filled the air. It was how the bridge sounded on a night watch when entire decks were quiet as the crew attempted to maintain some semblance of a routine day...half filled with light, half with an eerie red darkness. Five minutes later, the Cathar slowly came back to her feet and returned to the Captain. "Captain. I recommend you recover your long-range sensors immediately and depart this system."
The Captain arched a curious brow. "...why would we do that, Decanus?"
The Cathar merely smirked. "I must contact my Centurion. You'll want to be ready to depart this system the very moment he sends his reply."
The Captain held the Cathar's view for but a moment longer before he glanced up to the Officer of the Deck. "Recover the sensors, prepare for immediate reversion to hyperspace. I want that data stored and archived now. Send a flash message to the Commodore that we're returning to the rally point."
The Officer of the Deck nodded slightly. "Aye, aye sir."
As the orders were relayed, Naleen exited the bridge, communicator in hand to convey a simple reality to her direct superior. It was as had been foreseen.