The Intolerable Clock: A Non-Canon Hexarchate RPG

Prophet's fucking bayonet, could Ashari not even be consistently inconsistent about the way they share information? "Right. We're going to the 800s, later than your origin point, into Lanterner space. Two questions. To start with, will you take second in command, in charge of people? I'm used to being a foreigner, and we'll need my experience in threat assessment here. But I am actually aware that I don't have management experience, and there are likely problems you would notice before me. I'm not--" Sasha shakes her head a little bit. "I know we don't always get along. But it's either you or one of the foxes. And, for the second question, do you want to read Ashari's letter, or do you want me to brief you?"