Plotline: Main
Chapter Type: Social
If I had been expecting so much as a thank you, I would have been sorely disappointed.
"Only one a day, then." the admiral said, looking down at a map of the waters around the citadel. Some enterprising individual had made tiny boat models, I presume one for each remaining vessel. "It will not be quick enough, and they'll refit the wards to protect against your method of attack."
One of the captains present spoke up. "It was the first time we've done anything to them since that lucky hit on the Wave Strider."
Another said, "Enough about that being luck. I still say we need to promote... whichever crew that was."
There was a short round of chuckling.
"Soldier Rhishisikk, we will speak again of your … issues... at the tenth hour. For now, there are plans to make."