[IRW Endless Sky]
"They have left."
It was a needless comment. Everyone on the bridge could see the Charon disappear in an oblong flash. Itsak stared at the empty space- the cold reflection bathing in his face in sullen hue of gray. She was gone. Not that he missed her, in fact he felt a tinge of excitement. A hunter stalking its prey- perhaps this is how a Klingon feels before he charges into battle? Itsak smirked, a vicious, and malice laced thing. Oh, he didn't hate Shiarrael. He could have cared less if she fell into a million hells or suffered for ten thousand millennia- she was nothing, but the Vulcans- he despised them.
"How long should we wait?" Hanaj asked. His fingers graced the back edge of the command chair as he leaned forward just enough to whisper into Itsak's ear.
"Go now." Itsak ordered. Hanaj took a step back and lifted his right hand "issue the depart order to the wing- cloak and communications blackout. We will follow the Charon." The Endless Sky shook briefly and then rattled as the airlock mechanisms secured. The massive beast pulled up towards the blackness of space- the other seven vessels accompanying it were mere specks in the D'Dherex's shadow. Like a small sea shimming in the vastness of a great ocean the Endless Sky cloaked.
Standing up Itsak turned away from the view screen and stared at Hanaj "I will retire to my room. Keep me informed of the Charon's activities. No doubt they will know we are following-" but did Shiarrael know? Itsak grinned, oh poor Shiarrael, what will she do once she learns she has been nothing but a mindless fvai herded by the Vulcans? Furious? The irony was truly poetic "monitor their communications."
"Yes my lord." Hanaj bowed and Itsak left the bridge without another word.
[Leih's Quarters]
Itsak stepped inside his darkened room cautiously. Years of service in the Galae had instilled a sense of weariness in him for all things dark and obscure. He wasn't surprised to see a slender silhouette leaning against the window frame. He reached over and manually illuminated the room "what are you doing here?" he tossed suspicious glare at his political officer who wore her normal mischievous grin. Sliding off his cape and tossing it onto his bed he then started to unbutton his uniform. In the corner of his vision he watched her saunter over to him. She carefully pulled his hands apart and unbuttoned the last button for him.
"Why shouldn't I be here?" She licked her lips and removed his jacket carefully dragging her black nails across his bare chest "so we are now pursuing the Charon?" She chuckled "it must give you great pleasure to hunt down your cousin, the traitor." She let the word 'pleasure' roll on her tongue. "they will try to destroy it. The V'Shar is well aware of our intentions- we have killed two infiltrators recently, there will likely be more. You must not allow it to be destroyed." She leaned forward and pressed her nose into his neck and inhaled deeply.
Itsak scowled disgustedly and grabbed her hands pushing her away. The agent grinned and fell casually onto the bed, her hands picking up his cape and tossing it to the deck "are you so infatuated with that Vulcan mind reader now that my touch offends you?" She laughed and shook her head "pathetic- just don't lose sight of your mission Itsak. The Temep-Shar is your target not this Vulcan woman. If you want her you can take her after you succeed- we do not care." The agent stood up "but do not let your lust blind you. Look at your cousin. Don't be so foolish."
"I am not my cousin. You will get your weapon." Itsak said. The agent smirked and walked past him, a stray finger grazing across his waist as she passed but the vile woman said nothing else. When the door shut he sighed and narrowed his eyes- think you are clever? He smirked, if she only knew- cutting her throat would bring him great pleasure, done slowly. But the priority for the moment was the Charon. He walked over to the window and stared at the passing starfield. Soon, very soon, he would ascend to the mantle of Emperor. All thanks to his cousin, an unwitting tool of the Vulcans. He laughed.
[End]
Itsak tr'Sahen
