The Patriarch Falls, Pt 2
Commander “Aurora” Dolere paced down the hallway with bold, hard steps. Her face was etched with a mix of determination and hope. In her hand was a datapad whose screen was filled with reports and coordinates and all manner of military and operational intel.
She came up to a closed door and barged right in without a shred of pause or hesitation.
Inside, two people were having a small conversation, one behind a desk and the other across from him.
“Captain!” said Aurora.
She walked right up to her captain’s desk, and barely acknowledged the interruption she caused.
“Commander Dolere,” he replied. “You know I’m in a meeting right now, yes? You can’t just walk in here whenever you want and demand my attention. What if my guest wasn’t a fellow commander? What if it was the rear admiral?”
Aurora looked over at the officer in the seat, nodded to him, then turned back to her captain.