To Admire

Ch8

"I can only assume you have no idea how to pilot this vessel." She looks at me like I made the stupidest decision of my life. "Unfortunately for you, we need four people, and even though we could manage with rookies, we are short a drive operator."

"Where do we get another person?" I ask her.

"I'm not entirely sure, you're the one who made the decision to try and comendeer my ship. Did you not come into this with some form of plan?"

"As of a few moments ago we were looking for escape pods." Zander says. The general looks annoyed.

"I question your ability to make complex decisions." She looks at us annoyed, and shakes her head.

"Well in our defence, we are only children, or orphans if you prefer." I stick my tongue out at her. Granted that was a little immature, but at the moment I don't care.

"You seem to always succeed at making me feel bad about my life." Kiriah sighed. "I really hate you, but most of this is my fault anyway, so I can't really blame you."

"Really, stop beating yourself up. It was more the fault of your superiors. You can't blame a soldier for being ordered to shoot." I reply in hopes of making her less depressed. She is the only one that can help us after all.

"Yes, you can," She replys flatly, "but I was the one who gave the order, so why does it matter? This isn't even about me. We should be focused on getting you two safe. My emotional turmoil can wait."

"Where can we get another pilot?" Zander asks.

"I might know a solution, but its a long shot. Plus she is probably sleeping and..." She trails off from there. She picks up a microphone looking thing on a control panel, and presses a button. A message sounds over an intercom, "Attention all soldiers. No one is to be on the bridge for the rest of the night. Over and out." I wonder why she didn't give a reason, but decided that its best not to leave room for people to call your bluff. She turned towards us.

"Can you make yourselves look like these soldiers?" She pointed at a few Garadonians in orange uniforms. We pick out two, and make ourselves look like them to the T. She nods in approval.

"Good, now come with me." She presses a button, and the door opens. I know what your thinking. Why don't you just use your freaky powers to control two stations? Well shut up smarty. We are not that good at it, so deal with it.