Supreme Leader of Anstractor: A Sci-Fantasy Space Adventure (The New Phase Book 3) by Greg Dragon Page B
Authors: Greg Dragon
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the pitch black room became illuminated by the tubes of light that ran along the ceiling.
Why haven’t they called me? she asked herself as she pulled on her uniform. Then she scrambled to a mirror to fix her hair.
Deep amber eyes stared back at her through a round, pretty face littered with tiny freckles and lined with worry. “Keep it up, Connie, and you will be air locked. How stupid could you be to sleep through your alarm?” she muttered before spinning on her heels and storming out of the dorm.
All eyes were on the XO when she walked on to the bridge. Cilas “Rend” MEC was in the center, looking over the galaxy map, and the rest were either whispering questions about Constance or averting their gaze whenever she looked at them. Phimanila shook her head as a warning when their eyes finally met. It was a sign that made Constance’s heart drop to her feet.
“Welcome to the bridge, Connie,” Rend said. “Did you get enough rest from the battle?”
As Constance began to explain herself, Rend put up his forefinger to let her know to remain quiet. His features were soft, calm, and relaxed, but Phimanila’s warning was sound; he was not in a good mood. He walked up to Constance, leaned in, and spoke so quietly that only she could hear. “Go back to sleep, Connie. When you've gotten an ample amount of rest and feel the need to resume your duties, contact Janessa to schedule a meeting. We are on red alert with the lizards, and every officer here is running on fumes. You are in that uniform because you are meant to lead. You haven’t been convincing as a leader as of late, have you?”
Constance felt her face get hot and then a painful lump was present in her throat. She glanced past him to Phimanila who stood frozen in fright as she in turn read her face. Constance bowed deeply and then turned around to leave the bridge. She needed to get to a place where she could scream, but that was a journey that would take her down several hallways littered with people. Why does there have to be so many hallways? she lamented. Why does the bridge have to be so far away from my quarters?
She quickened her pace and steeled her nerves against the pain. She had done enough to her reputation; it wouldn't do to have stories circulating about how Rend had sent his weak XO to her room, crying.
Weak XO … the phrase echoed inside her head and she hated it. Weak XO was not what she knew herself to be. She had seen tours on Meruda, raided several Geralos frigates, and rose through the ranks on the toughest military ship in the Alliance. Not since Hellgate had a female of her rank been onboard Rendron . Yes, weak was not a fair assessment.
Should I ask for a transfer ? she wondered. Will Rend approve it, or will he call me a coward and force me to stay? Never in her life had she anticipated being in this position.
A weak XO would be inside of her bedroom crying into a pillow , she thought and got up to wash her face. She thought about her history with Rend, how he had pinned the medals on her chest not even a year ago Vestalian time. He was the one who had chosen her out of a large group of soldiers, each with a resume that bordered on legendary. He had seen something in her; this she knew because he had said as much.
When she remembered how she had attained her position all thoughts of running departed from her mind. She took a deep breath and put back on her uniform, then left her room to find the office of Cilas “Rend” MEC.
When she got to Rend’s office, she expected to see other officers waiting to talk to him but the only person inside of the waiting area was Cilas’s yeoman, Janessa.
Constance marched over to her desk and forced a smile on her face. She wondered if Janessa knew about the incident on the bridge or the fact that Rend was upset with her. The Casanian woman looked up at her with a smile but her facial expression revealed the fact that she was preparing for some sort of confrontation. Outside of well
Why haven’t they called me? she asked herself as she pulled on her uniform. Then she scrambled to a mirror to fix her hair.
Deep amber eyes stared back at her through a round, pretty face littered with tiny freckles and lined with worry. “Keep it up, Connie, and you will be air locked. How stupid could you be to sleep through your alarm?” she muttered before spinning on her heels and storming out of the dorm.
All eyes were on the XO when she walked on to the bridge. Cilas “Rend” MEC was in the center, looking over the galaxy map, and the rest were either whispering questions about Constance or averting their gaze whenever she looked at them. Phimanila shook her head as a warning when their eyes finally met. It was a sign that made Constance’s heart drop to her feet.
“Welcome to the bridge, Connie,” Rend said. “Did you get enough rest from the battle?”
As Constance began to explain herself, Rend put up his forefinger to let her know to remain quiet. His features were soft, calm, and relaxed, but Phimanila’s warning was sound; he was not in a good mood. He walked up to Constance, leaned in, and spoke so quietly that only she could hear. “Go back to sleep, Connie. When you've gotten an ample amount of rest and feel the need to resume your duties, contact Janessa to schedule a meeting. We are on red alert with the lizards, and every officer here is running on fumes. You are in that uniform because you are meant to lead. You haven’t been convincing as a leader as of late, have you?”
Constance felt her face get hot and then a painful lump was present in her throat. She glanced past him to Phimanila who stood frozen in fright as she in turn read her face. Constance bowed deeply and then turned around to leave the bridge. She needed to get to a place where she could scream, but that was a journey that would take her down several hallways littered with people. Why does there have to be so many hallways? she lamented. Why does the bridge have to be so far away from my quarters?
She quickened her pace and steeled her nerves against the pain. She had done enough to her reputation; it wouldn't do to have stories circulating about how Rend had sent his weak XO to her room, crying.
Weak XO … the phrase echoed inside her head and she hated it. Weak XO was not what she knew herself to be. She had seen tours on Meruda, raided several Geralos frigates, and rose through the ranks on the toughest military ship in the Alliance. Not since Hellgate had a female of her rank been onboard Rendron . Yes, weak was not a fair assessment.
Should I ask for a transfer ? she wondered. Will Rend approve it, or will he call me a coward and force me to stay? Never in her life had she anticipated being in this position.
A weak XO would be inside of her bedroom crying into a pillow , she thought and got up to wash her face. She thought about her history with Rend, how he had pinned the medals on her chest not even a year ago Vestalian time. He was the one who had chosen her out of a large group of soldiers, each with a resume that bordered on legendary. He had seen something in her; this she knew because he had said as much.
When she remembered how she had attained her position all thoughts of running departed from her mind. She took a deep breath and put back on her uniform, then left her room to find the office of Cilas “Rend” MEC.
When she got to Rend’s office, she expected to see other officers waiting to talk to him but the only person inside of the waiting area was Cilas’s yeoman, Janessa.
Constance marched over to her desk and forced a smile on her face. She wondered if Janessa knew about the incident on the bridge or the fact that Rend was upset with her. The Casanian woman looked up at her with a smile but her facial expression revealed the fact that she was preparing for some sort of confrontation. Outside of well
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