A loud gabble of Clan voices interrupted Anso’s impromptu planning session. Everyone turned an ear toward the mud huts. No one was fluent in the Clan’s dialect, so it just sounded like a cacophony of gibberish. Reluctant to break communicator silence, Anso sent an encrypted text-com.
The communicators of the four Oprit-Robia fighters at the huts trilled simultaneously. They entered the password enabling a preprogrammed decipher.
Hearing a lot of racket – what’s happening? (Anso)
Hearing a lot of racket – what’s happening? (Anso)Unexpected company – not Domhanian – never seen the like (Team Leader)
Unexpected company – not Domhanian – never seen the like (Team Leader)Explain (Anso)
Explain (Anso)People – not Domhanian – appeared out of thin air – not threatening us.
People – not Domha
