For a moment Bearsh's shoulders went slack, after he had heard and digested the fatal words of his cousin, then they became energetic again: "That's all the fault of that wicked human!", he scowled. "He's still ahead there in the bubble! Even when the Humans or the Chiss did lay a trap, he will die! Nobody can target that precisely!"
"And what, if one can?", Marasha asked, suddenly expecting all and everything from the enemy.
"First we go to the bridge", Bearsh decided.
Jetfighters of the enemy approached, as Bearsh and Marasha had never seen before. The vessels were small and maneuverable. They consisted of one half-domed middle part and wings on the sides like pairs of pliers.
"Where actually is the fleet of the Chiss, the Human talked about yesterday?", Marasha wondered.
"The jetfighters come certainly from the asteroid over there, which the Human had called Crustai. But they are far too small to give place for a Human or a Chiss", Bearsh mused.
"It still would be enough for a Geroon", Marasha replied.
Bearsh contorted both of his mouths. "The Geroons never could carry out such zig-zag maneuvers like these fighters do. Probably there are similar battle droids inside like the ones in the throne room, but those here can fly."
"That is too dangerous for me here", the shuttle driver chimed in. "I better should bring you children back to the civil ships."
"But we don't want to go to the civil ships!", Marasha retorted. "We have business to do exactly here!"
Her lilac eyes went after the droid starfighters, which passed the command ship and flew further afterwards.
"But for this our interceptors are in charge!", the pilot groused. "You know thoroughly how the order is! As civilians you just will disturb our defense!"
"I don't see any defense here! And we aren't civilians anymore!", Bearsh rebuked. "Look for a deck for landing and then go away!"
A second wave of droid starfighters flew over the command ship.
"Apparently the Chiss still have some agenda inside there, when they leave the command ship intact for now", Bearsh assumed. "We should hurry, lest to meet them there."
The formerly marching ground for the Vagaari fleet had already become a field of rubble. But still there were Chiss fighters and droid star fighters around. Marasha and Bearsh watched them from their distance. To their surprise the fighters neither did target further Vagaari vessels, nor did they return to their base, but headed directly towards the white, six-fold colossus right from them.
"Seems that the Chiss had changed their priorities", Marasha commented the visible.
The first of the two-winged fighters hit the outer hull of one of the six even outer parts. It exploded instantly, leaving an in relation to distance and the size of the target relatively small ball of fire. Just like his brothers from the same type, who crashed against the cylindrical walls of the other five parts – to vanish likewise in the destruction they have brought.
Black fighters of the Chiss rushed to their side, but without sacrificing themselves. They just fired, then in elegant arcs turned away to speed forth again and to unleash even more lightning volleys.
"The dessert is ready to serve", Bearsh mumbled.
Marasha nodded, her face unreadable. Spontaneous ray-fire flared up, when more fighters drilled their wings and tips into the already damaged hulls of the six buds of the white blossom around their chunky core. Then the Chiss retreated.
"Would you say those few fighters could achieve anything?", Marasha wondered.
"Perhaps it was a test, perhaps the Chiss didn't want to damage their bounty", Bearsh mused. "Whoever this Chiss commander is, about whom the Human talked yesterday – he must be damn good in what he does."
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Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo sat at the other end of the holo-connection aboard his flagship, the Springhawk, and waited. Thanks to the information given by Jorj Car'das the droid Starfighters and the Chiss bombers had destroyed the most vital weapon systems of the Outbound Flight Project. The Chiss commander had given the leader of the emigrant's project exactly one hour to decide and to tell him, if he would retreat from the Chiss space and travel forth on another route or wage the confrontation with a fleet, whose strength the human from the core could hardly assess. For Mitth'raw'nuruodo the answer had been logical, but he wasn't a Jedi and what the envoy of the Republic and his master did tell him about that order, was everything else than flattering.
Nevertheless or exactly for that reason the young Chiss commander wanted to know from first hand. Commander Stratis, the envoy of the Republic and his company, vice lord Siv Kav from the Trade Federation, who yearned for an attack on Outbound Flight, he considered much too biased and stricken into political and personal interest of their own, that he would had believe them without any objection. Hence Jorj Car'das was left, but that one was with the Vagaari.
The com on his controls started to hiss and the image of a long and grey haired human popped up. Jedi Master Jorus C'baoth was wounded, one side of his energetic face burnt badly, but in his eyes the Chiss spotted pride and defiance, mingled with the doom of deeds looming ahead. "Ah, hence you believe, you've won – with a bunch of bombs?"
Mitth'raw'nuruodo ignored, what Commander Stratis was telling him. „I've won indeed", the Chiss answered the Jedi. „Because I just took out your defense systems." He paused. "You are defenseless and vulnerable now, Master C'baoth. Just go back or elsewhere as long as you still can."
"And again you are wrong, Chiss!", C'baoth gainsaid. "Though we got hurt – a Jedi never is defenseless. Especially not several Jedi united in the Force! And we won't go away either!"
"I just have to give a single order", his blue hand wandered to a red rimmed switch on his controls, „and you and all your people will die. Is your pride really worth so much to you?"
„A Jedi doesn't yield to pride", C'baoth huffed. „And he doesn't surrender to empty threats. He follows only the dictates of his own destiny. "
Mitth'raw'nuruodo's left mouth corner twitched sarcastically. „That attitude is making many things easier for sure, but I was told, the role of the Jedi is to serve and to protect."
„Then you have been told wrongly", C'baoth retorted harshly. „The role of the Jedi is to lead and to guide and to erase every menace for the ones entrusted to them."
An astounded Mitth'raw'nuruodo raised both brows. „Even if this means, that also the ones entrusted to the Jedi – how did you say recently? – were to be erased?"
„That is sheer blackmailing!" C'baoth barked. „We didn't do anything to you! We just want to pass through!" The corner of his mouth, where his face wasn't hurt, twitched up in a bitter smile – but Mitth'raw'nuruodo wasn't sure, if it was not a vicious malice rather breaking through. „You … Chiss! You are no way better than the Vagaari with their hostages in the null-g plastic bubbles!"
The Chiss was about to answer, while his index finger downed to that red-rimmed switch on the control panel. From the corner of his eyes he noticed, that the face of the Jedi Master tensed extremely, then he was pressed into his command seat. He tried to breath normally, but that was hardly possible, that tight was the grip around his neck. He tried to turn to commander Stratis, alone he couldn't manage. Something yellowish flickered up in the eyes of the Jedi Master, he'd never seen at any humanoid being before …
… and then the Chiss realized the absolute dominance and malice, which even without that strangling grasp …
… Stars blossomed up before his very eyes. The stars became brighter and started to dance … and still Mitth'raw'nuruodo couldn't get air.
The eyesight of Mitth'raw'nuruodo blurred totally to give way to absolute blackness – a warm, enveloping blackness, which would redeem him soon. That's why he didn't see how the rosy finger of the envoy of the Republic approached the switch, which he actually much earlier …
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The pilot headed to a nearby landing dock and the two young Vagaari left the shuttle. They hastened to the airlock, when Marasha froze.
"What's up again?", Bearsh asked irked.
Marasha turned and pointed toward the Outbound Flight Project. It was surrounded by droid Starfighters and Chiss-assailants now and for Bearsh it felt like myriads of glowing scavenging insects, scuffling for the gigantic chunk, which wasn't that pure white, when it had arrived, anymore.
"That's not our fire drink anymore", he said and grabbed Marasha's hand to pull her to the airlock underneath the command deck.
Marasha didn't answer and followed him, alone it was difficult for her to keep his stride. That was because of the strange silence, unfolding inside her. It was the silence before the storm, a similar one, which just shortly before …
A third wave of droid Starfighters approached, and this time they sent their missiles to the flagship of the Vagaari fleet.
"Darn! They try to lame our darkroom drive. Time has come – and we don't have much of it", Bearsh pushed.
Only now Marasha felt the adrenaline of fear and anger chasing through her body. With a short sprint she was at the airlock – even before her cousin who, surprised by her speed, let her hand go. But even when they had arrived in the inner of the flagship and after the door of the airlock had closed behind them, Marasha felt anew such a wave of pain and death – that time from the people in the six-fold monstrosity, who had hurt her people. Re-balancing Justice?
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„Commander?", the voice of the envoy of the Republic brought him back into the here and now.
The re-awakened with one hand hold his throat which suddenly got oxygen again. "I … I … am fine!", he coughed and waved with his other hand away the coming helpers of his own species.
„I believe, they got him", Commander Stratis said in relief.
Mitth'raw'nuruodo let his throat go and stared on the com-display, from which the Jedi Master did harm him. But the face of the Jedi wasn't there anymore. The only things he saw on the screen were blue haze and chunks of rubble passing by.
„I think, C'baoth is dead", he heard Stratis say.
Mitth'raw'nuruodo nodded slowly. „Yes … they are … all … dead."
And thus the first encounter of Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo with a Jedi ended.
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Cousin and cousin halted in their walk through a long floor, on whose one wall were round windows giving sight to the space. Because through one of those windows, Marasha had spotted a suspect movement. Bearsh responded by pulling out a microbinocular from his bag and gazed outside.
"Do you see that shuttle behind!", she asked.
Bearsh squinted his eyes. "It is looking just like that one, with which the human came here one day before", he answered. "I and father had a closer look at it yesterday. That one now is perhaps one hundred kilometers away. And it is coming to us."
Marasha touched his forearm. "Then we have even less time."
A fourth wave of droid Starfighters raced into the direction of the command ship – right up towards the two of them – and fired. Marasha and Bearsh didn't feel it just through the vibrations shaking the flagship of the Vagaari fleet, but also through the alteration of the air.
"We need oxygen masks!" Marasha shouted.
Thanks to many alarm exercises and the training for cases of emergency like this the children knew, where the oxygen masks and tanks were stored. It still took them one minute until the saving masks and bottles were found and put on. When they looked out, they saw how other ships were hit by the fighters. They really managed it to spare the null-g-plastic bubbles and hit the space in-between precisely. Steam clouds indicated, where and how much air did escape the hurt ships. Manned fighters followed their droid vanguard, to cut out the Geroons held captive in the bubbles, and evacuated them to their base.
"Why do they do this?", Bearsh asked.
She shrugged her shoulders. "Perhaps they hope to gain some information from them?"
Bearsh pulled up both upper lips. "What can the Geroons probably tell them? How we did churn them?"
"They could use that against us later", Marasha pondered.
"If they ever will get on us!", Bearsh said defiantly.
Bearsh and Marasha rushed the stairs up towards the command deck. On the bridge Marasha saw her father laying on the ground in his green-yellow robe, sliced and mashed by the bullet hail of the droidekas and battle droids, whose blasters were still aiming at the apparently clueless Vagaari. Perhaps they only halted in their grisly work because their ammunition was out or somebody was too busy elsewhere than to cancel his order after the task had been completed.
Left and right of the dead Miskara, his counselors lay likewise torn to shreds, behind them in the vicinity of the command bridge the guards and commanders. Marasha thought instantly on the killed Geroons from the day before. Were the deaths of her father and the other Vagaari in the command center perhaps the revenge of a higher force, which she just didn't understand? Until now her people had won every battle, while she herself had attended those events just on their edge, protected by the defense ring of the fleet around the civilian ships. What had changed? Had her father committed a mistake?
But not all Vagaari had been killed by the droids. Some of the soldiers, especially those who served the weapon systems, lay seemingly unhurt on the ground, but their lilac eyes were wide open and stared glassy to the ceiling, as if they would search for the cause of the demise of their owners.
Bearsh bowed down to one of the men. "Strange. They have no injuries", he murmured. "As if they had seen a ghost and turned mad."
Marasha grabbed the space down her throat. Here she saw live and in colors the aftermath – the result of what she had felt on the transport shuttle.
"This was the wave from the white ship up there", she said with a flat voice. "The white ship did paralyze us – and the Chiss-fighters did carry out the rest – together with those imbecile droids!"
"What a force!", Bearsh whispered in a mixture of awe and consternation.
Behind them there were steps to be heard and they turned around hastily. The shuttle pilot had followed them.
"You should really come with me now", the pilot said. "There is nothing to do for you here anymore. Neither for civilians nor for the military."
"Thanks for the caring", Bearsh said. "If you want, you can wait for us on the back deck, but we'll find our way out as well."
Head shaking the pilot turned and went off.
Marasha slung her arms around her shivering body. The mask and the bottle gave them oxygen but not warmth which waned with every cubic meter air, lost through the holes created by the hits into the hull of the ship. Then they spotted the black shuttle of the enemy coming closer and closer.
"We have to go to the Human. He is responsible for all this", Marasha said.
With his big hand Bearsh pointed to the asteroid base deep behind in space. "He is just a pawn. Still we could grill him a bit, that he may confess and reveal. And I guess, his captive friends are very well."
"For this we don't have time", Marasha answered quickly. "The Human has seen the shuttle too. So why should he confess anything?"
The shuttle had come so near, that throughout the round windows one could spot the heads of the people inside. It reached the outer dock and six persons left it, clad in safety suits, wearing breathing masks and heavily armed with something what Bearsh identified as a kind of blaster. Five people had blue skin and gloomy red eyes, the sixth however was a Human like the prisoner in the bubble, but his rosy pale skin was a tad lighter than that of the hostage. The Chiss carried a transparent sphere with them, in which two Vagaari would have found place, but there was just one pipe, though which a being could breathe.
"They have come to take the traitor", Bearsh hissed. "As long as they are on the ship, it won't be blown up entirely that soon. If we'd had a bugging device, we could shoot it somehow to the sphere, where the Human will get in soon. Then we could overhear their talk to translate it later."
"I know, where they keep the bugging devices", Marasha whispered. "It is not far from here."
Bearsh smiled wickedly. "The Human may not divulge anything to us, but surely to his cronies! There is just the problem to transfer the device unnoticed to the saving sphere."
"I know how we do that", she whispered and pulled him along the floor, who led them even before the hostile invaders towards the null-g-plastic bubble, where the Human in contradiction to the hapless crew of the flagship was in relative safety. Marasha pointed on a wall and when they passed a door, they noticed, that the wall looked like an ordinary wall just from the outside. Behind though, the wall was totally transparent and enabled them a good view to watch the bubble. And the wall was extraordinarily thin, as Marasha cognized with even more satisfaction. Usually the Vagaari used such walls for monitoring prisoners or to attend their interrogations without being seen.
"Lay the bugging device on the floor!", Marasha ordered her cousin.
"Is it magnetic?", Bearsh wondered. "If yes, I still don't think that the rescue sphere will be. But before we can attach it there, it has to approach without being noticed."
"That will be my business", she replied. "You just take care that we can record the talks. There's nothing more we need."
The placed the fingernail big listening device on the floor, hid behind the monitoring wall and waited.
After a while the enemy came. At first the Chiss commander arrived with the still unknown Human. Behind them in tow walked the remaining four Chiss, who directed the rescue sphere. The two Vagaari kids hold their breath, when the intruders passed by. Marasha stretched out both hands. It was visibly exhausting for her, but exactly when the sphere was carried over the bugging device, Marasha with both her hands made an abrupt movement up and the device flew up likewise, to claw itself noiseless and tightly on the womb of the sphere. Just one minute later the door to the bubble was pulled open. By the sudden fall of air pressure inside the ship, the captive almost flew towards the saving sphere. After the rescued man had recovered a bit, two Chiss lifted up the sphere to lead it back into the inner section of the Vagaari ship.
Bearsh pushed the button of his comlink and instantly voices could be heard. They didn't understand what the Chiss leader of the group, the freshly freed Human and his species comrade told each other. But it was clear, that they knew each other – and that there was a mutual trust between them. The traitor was really one. One precious enough to be saved from the soon perishing ship.
They waited until the procession was out of sight. The voices in Bearsh's comlink talked for a while until they broke off. Certainly the talk was over. Further bullet holes indicated, that the stopover of the Chiss and the Human neared its end. Marasha felt her weight being lighter. Soon they would hover without any gravity through the getting colder and colder ship.
Bearsh put the comlink on his belt. "There is really nothing to do for us here anymore."
"We must go to the aft, before they blow up the ship", Marasha whispered.
He looked at her. His two mouths smiled in cautious satisfaction. "I know. Good job btw."
Pride shone up in Marasha's fine features. "They have to direct the sphere. Thus we can overtake them. And I know where the hyperspace able shuttles stand."
They chose a side way to avoid a meeting by chance with the Chiss and the traitor. The hits became heavier and harder and let the command ship sway from the left to the right and back, but it was still in its position. The two young Vagaari reached the hangar, which was almost left intact. Some missiles had turned several gliders and shuttles into rubble, but there were still three smaller shuttles left intact. And just next to them an unguarded Chiss shuttle stood.
"That is the vessel of the traitor!", Marasha rasped.
"Too bad we can't use it because we can't read the inscriptions", Bearsh deplored.
Before one of the intact shuttles they found a bag with some provisions and two bottles of water. "Good luck!" was written on a sheet of paper next to it. Apparently the shuttle pilot from last time left this kind of a goodbye after he'd fled the place.
"A nice gesture at least", Bearsh stated and took the bag up.
They glanced around to be sure that no enemies were approaching. Then they entered the shuttle, before which they had found the food and the water.
"Can you fly this crate?" Marasha asked her cousin, after she had sunken into the co-pilot seat next to him.
Bearsh's gaze rushed over the console. "It will work. It's all with descriptions", he said coolly and pushed the starting handle.
With a howl the engine awakened to life. Marasha looked out of the window and felt her neck tingling. "How much time do we need to get up?", she asked concerned.
"I'll got it in a moment", Bearsh assured her.
Shadows appeared in the floor to the hangar, through which they had come too just some moments before. A few seconds later the Chiss, the Human and the Human inside the sphere crossed the entrance and glanced to the hangar where their ship was.
"Actually we should ram the traitor's ship, before we leave", Bearsh said bitterly.
"I don't think …"
"Nice that you really believe me to do such, but I'm not such a suicide candidate", Bearsh cut her objection off, while he was still struggling with the controls, when the ship finally started to move.
Some shots whipped through the Hangar and hit the sheathing of the fleeing Vagaari ship, but beside one jerk nothing happened.
One – two – three – four … and the jerking became stronger, accompanied by a long groan of the tormented hull.
Finally Bearsh brought the ship up – that fast and steeply up, that Marasha had the feeling, that the co-pilot seat would squeeze her from behind. She counted three shots, which were heard very soft only. Apparently their escape vessel was already too far that the Chiss could damage it severely.
"Please forgive me, cousin, but I had to activate the shields before takeoff first."
"Pardon is already given", she replied, as if that would had been just a bagatelle.
Marasha had found finally the gap wherein to fasten her seat belt. That was really needed, because now Bearsh pulled the ship hard to the right, from where they had a good view on the battle scene.
The area, where the Vagaari fleet had been stationed, had become a field of debris. Actually the flagship had been the last ship almost intact, because the Chiss had some business there. From the other ships though one could only spot torn apart halves or totally deformed bulks drifting through the space – and no oxygen came out from them anymore. The ships had become carcasses just like their crews or inhabitants, who had lived and fought inside. And the civilian ships didn't have it much better. But the most gruesome sight were the corpses of the Vagaari warriors, who floated in their brown uniforms through the space, the lavender eyes clouded and wide open – the blaster and knives useless on their belts, covered with the rime of the exuded liquids in the eternal coldness of space. Some of the corpses would have hit the cockpit, if Bearsh wouldn't have succeeded in his hasty avoidance maneuvers.
Marasha turned her gaze away from the corpses, to look directly towards the grave of her father – a mass grave for so many. She registered a chain of Chiss ships who docked in a fast tempo on the flagship. Streams of people poured into the former command ship of the killed Miskara. The Chiss carried big crates with them, whose transport took them apparently not much effort.
"Surely they will plunder our throne room now, about which the Human of course had told them", Bearsh snorted from his pilot seat.
She looked into the direction of her vanished fleet and the asteroid, who the Human had called Crustai. Nobody followed them. But now she could spot clearly the twelve black, multifaceted ships of the Chiss armada, which waylaid in the background and a big distance from the destroyed Vagaari fleet and the white colossus likewise.
"The fine Chiss had saved their precious fleet for the round of honor", Bearsh growled in anger. "They must have hid behind the asteroid until their fighters had eliminated us and those there."
"When we could flee, perhaps others did make it away too?", she asked cautiously.
Bearsh nodded. "It has to be so! It had been like this always."
He turned the ship and they flew away from the scenery of doom. Marasha for a last time looked back at the Outbound Flight Project whose name neither she nor Bearsh did know. It was severely demolished, but still hung in space calm and quiet. To her relief the remaining fighters flew away and returned to their base without coming back to intercept the fleeing Vagaari shuttle.
"Can you reach your father?", Marasha asked.
Bearsh activated his comlink and went all frequencies through he knew. But he didn't get an answer from anywhere.
"Just call the speech therapist of Porsha", she said just so.
Incomprehension blossomed in Bearshs lilac eyes. "Why? Is Porsha there?"
"It is at least a number I know. One more hope."
Bearsh handed her over his comlink and she dialed the connection - again in vain.
"Perhaps they don't answer, because they fear that the enemy will wiretap and track them", he tried to console her.
She breathed out in a moan. "Perhaps. Where are we flying actually?"
Bearsh went through the functions of the console. "We have fuel, but it doesn't bring us very far", he explained. "But we could still make it to Jedha."
"What a world is this like?", she asked.
"A moon situated too much apart, than one would suspect one of us to be there. My father once had been there to acquire some information."
"And? What did he got?"
"He told me that time, that a visit of our fleet there may have been even feasible, unless Jedha would belong to the Republic."
Marasha's eyes glowed. "Then this moon is perfect for us. Because the Chiss don't belong to the Republic."
Bearsh's mouths contorted towards a smile. "That's why I've chosen but Jedha."
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Marasha's eyes looked ahead as if they would seek the end of the endless hyperspace tunnel.
"Then it's time to learn Basic, when we have arrived in the Republic", she told her cousin, who just took a gulp from one of the two bottles of water, which the shuttle pilot had left for them.
"At all events", Bearsh consented. "But there is just one more thing I'm interested in: The shuttle pilot behaved strangely, when he brought us to the command ship. Did you manipulate him somehow?"
"Mother always told me not to talk about that with anyone, but now it doesn't matter, I suppose", she replied. "Well, it works like this, that I make certain hand movements in connection with heavy concentration of my thoughts and then I can impose my will upon other people."
Bearsh let the battle sink towards his seat. "Can you do this also on me?"
She laughed. "Shall I?"
His eyes squinted. "This is not a joke!"
"You do have any fear?", she challenged him in an over-amused tone.
He grabbed her shoulders. "Answer me!"
She shortly looked towards one side but did not tremble in his grip. Then her gaze met his again. "I never tried. Just with people, where it isn't noticed so far. Until now nobody did ever realize something."
He let her shoulders go. "It is surely better like this", he said thoughtfully. "You know what happened to people who did such."
"You mean, with Jai?"
"Exactly such!", he confirmed her. "You know the story of Devish, who was bound on a pole and then they burned him, because he did that."
She nodded. "Devish was foolish enough to try that with our late Miskara - before witnesses."
Bearsh's two mouths smiled again. In his oblique eyes came a certain glitter. "But now there are no witnesses", he said calmly and glanced backwards, where some weapons rested on the walls.
She felt uncomfortable a second time. "Bearsh, I never had intended to do such to you at any …"
He turned to her again and laughed. "Now it was you who felt fear, wasn't it so?"
"A bit, that's true", she confessed with a two-toned relieved whistling.
"That's why you did feel that wave that time", Bearsh said, when he finally grasped the full potential of his cousin. "When that wave came from the white ship as you said, then could it be that there had been a Jai too?"
Her eyes went wide. She hadn't thought about that possibility yet. A shudder went through her slim body. "One? At least twenty of them! They did paralyze our entire fleet!"
"And how you did lift up that bugging device without touching it, is that such a Jai-trick too?", he inquired further.
"I did train such a lifting up for years", she revealed. "At first it was just a small movement until I could lift something up. But I knew that I would need it one day."
Again that glitter sneaked into his eyes. "When we can hide your abilities further, we will have even more benefit from it as if everybody would know about it and would be on guard always."
"I didn't intend anything else", she assured him.
"Give me your hands", he demanded.
Willingly she stretched her hands towards him. He took them into his bigger ones and looked into her eyes deeply.
"You and I swear herewith, that we will do everything possible and necessary to erase that shame of that defeat of the Vagaari people and to punish everyone responsible for it!"
"I swear!", Marasha replied and held his gaze.
"So fine that you are taking part", he said solemnly.
"That will be a lot of work!" She sighed. "What do you think? How long will it take until we'll get our revenge?"
He pondered. "Maybe in five years – or perhaps in fifty only. I hope we still live to see it."
"But at first we will, after we had learnt enough Basic, listen to that record from our flagship", Marasha added. "That will be a good reward for our language exercises."
"And then we'll know where to start with our crusade of revenge", Bearsh proclaimed sinisterly, while her hands glided out of his, to grab his hands from outside now. Marasha pressed Bearsh's hands a bit, then she let them go to open the other bottle to drink some water too.
Note of the author: The scenes of the encounter of Mitth'raw'nuruodo with Jorus C'baoth and where Jorj Car'das is taken out of the bubble, are from the novel "Outbound Flight" by Timothy Zahn (2006), the latter written from Car'das' point of view there.
