Abner watched as Nicodemus and Zebadiah clambered up the boarding ramp of the Nemesis. Both dropped their plasma rifles on the deck, and headed different ways. He approached Zebadiah, noticing Nicodemus giving him an annoyed look.
"I'm assuming all went well?" He asked
Zebadiah nodded, "Yeah, except the newbee is getting a little agitated."
"Nico thinks he's being left out? I thought he would understand."
Zebadiah ran a hand through his blonde dreadlocks, nodding, "I don't think he's ready to know, it might be too much for him to take. But, I think he is ready to meet the Oracle. Abner nodded, and turned to the ship intercom. He opened a channel to the cockpit.
"Vara, get the ship prepped, that Sentinel might have signaled for reinforcements. I want us back in the tunnels in ten minutes."
"Yes Sir," answered the Nemesis' Operator.
Abner turned back to Zebadiah, "Find us a broadcasting point, Nicodemus is going to the Oracle." He put his hand on Zebadiah's shoulder, "If he knew what we were doing, he would understand. Please, don't give him such a hard time."
He left the man to do his job, and headed to the core. He passed Aiden, busy loading ammunition into the rear turret. At the sight of his Captain he straightened and offered a salute. Abner smiled, and returned the gesture. Abner was proud of his crew, and his ship. The Nemesis was his pride and joy. And what he knew only deepened that pride, what he knew would turn the tide of the war. They had found the One.
