Gabatrix: Veleshar

Chapter 10: The Guardian Strategist

Over one Earth year ago.....

The Gular'shel's passageway seemed quiet. The spinning ring continued to generate the artificial gravity needed for the Itrean crew to cohabitate peacefully. However, a noticeable difference can be perceived in the interior. The bulkheads had more of a dark purple hue to it. No Yutilians can be seen present as a few Shal'rein walked down the passageway dressed in dark purple and black wrap armor. The black and purple finned visors covered their faces. In their hands are a set of rifles.

Upon seeing another pair of Shal'rein, the soldier women step to the side, back pressed against the bulkhead, rifles pinned to the armored breasts, armored finned tails jutting to the right, almost in the form of salute.

The two Shal'rein walking past the soldiers are Veleshar and another with a seemingly familiar face. Veleshar was dressed in a black and purple, almost skintight uniform. A white three-tipped trident badge of rank could be seen on the shirt's collar, along with a large pistol mounted to her side.

The other Shal'rein was slightly shorter. She wore a similar uniform but with a bident badge. There were noticeable white tinges on the clothing as well. A familiar large pistol was also mounted. This Shal'rein had a more rounded, stubbier gray nose. One prominent feature about her was the way her hair was established. It was tied into a large bun where the purple hair would flow downward, covering the right side of her snout and eye. There also appeared to be a hint of a black strap connected to her covered eye. The left yellow eye would gaze forward as Veleshar would walk alongside her, talking to her. The soldiers watched as the two prominent figures walked past them before they left the bulkhead, rejoined each other, and continued their patrol in the passageway.

A noticeable difference could be seen in how Veleshar and the other familiar Shal'rein walked. Veleshar's gray hands were held downward where they would naturally sway as she moved. The other Shal'rein would have her hands neatly wrapped around her back. Even the way her wrapped gray webbed feet would step on the deck was done in the form of precision, being both prim and proper.

"Shira, how much longer before you join up with Greater Adjunct Lea'pre?" Veleshar questioned her in English.

"Approximately twenty more minutes," Shira replied in a similar language.

Veleshar's daughter was grown up. Her voice was deeper, almost similar to that of a smoker, while methodical in how it was said. Her English had little to no accent. She displayed almost no emotion in her tone, an almost clear contradiction to her mother.

They both stopped by the closed medical bay door. Shira remained focused forward.

"I wanted to commend you on your performance in the Calh'treb Sector," Shira remarked.

"Hmmm....," Veleshar replied. "The Aksren lost seventy-three ships and an observation outpost. I was only doing what was necessary for our clan."

"Regardless," Shira's eye scanned the bulkhead. "I'm impressed with this Krintarch battleship. You managed to accomplish Gular'shel's design and improved it. You continue to prove its value to the Shal'rein clan."

"It has a name," Veleshar said with a hint of empathy. "Named after your father..."

"Is that supposed to invoke an emotional response?" Shira turned to look at her mother. "I do not see the value of doing that."

"Because it is your father's work...."

"This ship is only an extension of its crew, the finest that Shal'rein has to offer. Just because it has my father's name does not make it better."

Veleshar took a deep breath causing her nostrils to flare a little bit. She briefly closed her eyes and looked down a little bit as Shira maintained her gaze at her.