“Commandant, I understand that you sent some people to search the system for the missing asset?” The words spilled from the man at the head of the table in the conference room.
Salt and pepper hair topped an angular, sharp-featured Terran male face. His bejeweled hands were folded in front of his face, his deep blue eyes surveying the room around him as attendants set filled chalices in front of him and his visiting guests. His tan skin glowed under the tear-drop chandeliers hanging above the table, casting deep, shifting shadows in the corners.
“Sire, I have not heard anything back from any of the scouts. Not my own, and not the hired hands,” the Avian replied. He ruffled his silver-trimmed black feathers, adjusting his armoured clothing. “I am still waiting on Commander-General Ash Aug
