Kiri’s frozen look thawed into a small smile. “I haven’t, General.”
“Excellent.” The General stepped to one side and gestured for Kiri and Lorn to precede him down the corridor to the right. “So, come. We’ll talk in my wardroom. More comfortable. Once we have heard your story, we will find you quarters…” he glanced at Bruun, “…while we decide how to respond to it.”
Bruun inclined her head slightly in agreement.
“Then this way, please.”
Lorn stared around him as they walked. The corridor was singularly unadorned: white upon white, except for the doors at regular intervals, which were colored according to some scheme he couldn’t quite figure out since they bore only letter/number codes by way of identification—SS104, WS221, that sort of thing. Spaceship Systems? he wondered. Weapons Syst
