An Old Friend“What?” Meta roared. The Tyrian crew member that stood before him was six inches taller than Meta, but still cowered under the murderous look etched on the High Prince's face.
“I'm sssorry, sssir,” he whimpered through his reptilian lisp. “The Proteus boarding party checked every corner of the ssship and we found no life sssigns aboard.”
Lianne stood beside him, arms crossed, with a sour look. “We detected no shuttle launches from the Cirrus,” she concurred. “We did, however, discover two shuttles missing.”
Embeth burst in the room. “Did they find the map?”
Lianne turned to an officer sitting at the communication panel. “Patch me in to Captain Muriel.”
When the image of the captain appeared on the screen, the little hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention. His sto
