Empress Areace marched up to the bridge, her Hand, Lady Asmodina, trailing behind her. Areace was dressed in her usual military uniform, her cobalt locks tucked neatly under her officer cap.
"Lady Eucharia, any word on our current status?"
Eucharia had her feet propped up on the dash, nose deeply submerged in a her data pad.
"All been quiet here, my lady."
"We should of heard something by now." She turned to Asmodina. Lady Asmo was neatly dressed in blue and black leathers with her golden hair spilling across her shoulders. "See if you can reach Darth Eri."
Areace snapped and Eucharia stood and put her data pad away. Areace went to the console, as she sat down a spark flickered out of it.
"This is fried. We've lost connection. Eucharia, get a technician up here pronto." Lady Eucharia nodded and rushed off. Areace fiddled with the machine, having some knowledge of cybertech.
"Darth Eri, come in." Asmo called into her comm. The answer was mostly loud noises and static.
Parts would need to be replaced. Areace lend back in the chair. The ghost of her brother appeared beside her.
"You don't need them. They would only hold you back, make you weak." Areace barely listened to her brother speak. Long ago she'd learn to ignore his voice. "Besides, once Uzone is gone. You'd just have to deal with them next. Might as well kill two womp rats with one shot."
Asmo's comm got clearer for a split second. Uzone's laughter rang like a bell through the bridge.
"Punch it to the Ragnarok." She commanded Asmo.
There was no way Uzone would get away this time.
