Chapter Eleven
“What I want to know is exactly what happened yesterday!”
Korden scowled at those present in the Rennather’s conference room. All of the senior officers were gathered, along with Ktren’s prefect. Byron had retrieved the man before the meeting and Orellen was not happy with the situation. The prefect sat at the commander’s side and across from Byron, his expression livid. Adjusting his feet, Byron tried to focus on Korden.
The commander tapped the computer pad in front of him, his finger strokes forceful. “According to the damage report, we lost half of our equipment and three lives, including two Tgrens, in the blast. Officer Seheller, your men were only supposed to be processing data. What happened?”
“Sir, we’ve spent the past few days translating the data as ordered,”
