"Well, that's a start." Reshad does laugh, apparently clean amusement rather than anything more sinister. "I suppose I'll learn more as we go." But everyone likes to show their work, Alaric perhaps more than most? Noted.
"That would be a useful thing to do. If we have a message pod to use that way..." She stops, thinks, putting on a display of it for Sasha's benefit. She closes her eyes and taps her pursed lips with a manicured finger. Simple reconnaissance, but with an untrained team, a chaotic situation, and a pending massacre. Not so simple, after all.
"Get in, figure out what Quill is up to, get out before... well, Candle Arc. We have a message pod; we can forge orders for Quill if we need it; we should. A retreat, and a betrayal if we can figure out who's most in need of an angry swarm." Her eyes snap open. "We can generate a distress message to store on the pod; one that will pull people to some backwater of space. That could be useful. Of course, these are nothing more than tools in our hands, with the hope that we never fall back on our backup plans."
She attempts to look reassuring. "And then we get out... how much time did you expect us to have before Candle Arc?" Days, at worst. (No; hours. She resists the urge to look for something wooden to touch.) Months at best.
Re: cover stories - paging Reshad
"That would be a useful thing to do. If we have a message pod to use that way..." She stops, thinks, putting on a display of it for Sasha's benefit. She closes her eyes and taps her pursed lips with a manicured finger. Simple reconnaissance, but with an untrained team, a chaotic situation, and a pending massacre. Not so simple, after all.
"Get in, figure out what Quill is up to, get out before... well, Candle Arc. We have a message pod; we can forge orders for Quill if we need it; we should. A retreat, and a betrayal if we can figure out who's most in need of an angry swarm." Her eyes snap open. "We can generate a distress message to store on the pod; one that will pull people to some backwater of space. That could be useful. Of course, these are nothing more than tools in our hands, with the hope that we never fall back on our backup plans."
She attempts to look reassuring. "And then we get out... how much time did you expect us to have before Candle Arc?" Days, at worst. (No; hours. She resists the urge to look for something wooden to touch.) Months at best.