Athena II

Dark Chapter

"That bitch!" Cedric Vandel roared, cutting his knuckles across the stone wall of his hotel. Stones reeled through the air, falling onto the ground like rain. He glared at his door, where three navel officers stood outside. They had arrived before first light, with the order barring him from leaving, under the direct Command of the Admiral. 

The humiliation was not something he'd ever face. And for what? Speaking out of turn? "Wretched bitch," he growled, with a belly of fire. "How I loathe that whore." he said, collapsing on the couch. Cedric reached into his coat, pulled out his datapad, and padded away. Soon, an image appeared.

"Can you talk?" he said to the hologram of static, distorting the image.

The voice went silent for a second, followed by a fiddling sound. "Of course, uncle." 

"Good. Have you made contact with Altair?" Cedric asked flatly.