(Warm-up/ Practive Story) Deviation

Ch. 2

5 Years Later...

Heavy boots echoed through the dim, yet blue hued halls of the holy city of High Charity, soldiers making the city busy.

One soldier in particular had his Ship Warden and Commandant behind him, one on each side, both taking turns speaking to the Supreme Commander, boring him to death, and quite frankly grinding on his last nerves.

His Ship Warden, in particular, was the one who was being the most abrasive to him, being an older male than he, and his Field Marshal.

"The Council are holding more discussion on what new Elite's will be presented with their new ranks, as well as the ships they carry-"

"Vusan-"

"The Hierarchs are expecting a new planet under the Covenant the by end of the year, and perhaps into the new one-"

"Vusan-"

"Thel 'Vadamee, are you even listening to me?"

Thel had finally turned around, baring his mandibles at him. 

"Yes! I can! The whole damned City can, Vusan!" Thel inhaled deeply, gaining his composure.

"Can we please just... Finish this later?" He questioned.

Vusan was going to reply, yet the Commandant grabbed his arm, and shook his head at him.

"Of course, Thel. We will wait until you are ready to continue." He stated, looking at his Commander.

"Thank you, Sekan." Thel stated, and turned and kept walking forward, his cloak flowing behind him.

He was stressed enough as it was, now being directly under the Heirarchs, and now with a larger fleet than before when he first became Supreme Commander.

He chose to have some seclusion in his quarters, and have a drink on his so called 'Off Time' that he was given.

As he went through the door, he stood there for a moment, and had harshly put his fist on the panel, closing the door behind him before she steeped heavily inside, stripping his cloak from his shoulders, and let it fall to the floor.

He had also set his helmet down on the table before him as he grabbed the glass bottle, as well as a glass, yet he paused.

He grimaced, looking back and forth from the glass and bottle.

"To hell with it." He growled, setting the glass down, and opened the bottle, and took a long drink from it, gulping down a few times.

"I didn't realize that being a Commander demoralized you house standards, Thel."

The female's voice made him inhale, and cough out as he choked on the alcohol, some of it dripping from his mandibles as he leaned over himself, coughing in a violent fit, setting the bottle down in fear he'd drop it and make make more of a mess than he'd already made.

"Mother..." He tried to speak, yet still coughed out at the burning sensation in his throat.

She only hummed in annoyance, giving him a blank glare as she stood in the corner, watching him try and regain his composure.

He had pounded on his chest a few times, finally able to speak clearly, yet the alcohol was still visible on his face, and was cascading down his chest plate.

He then looked to his mother sheepishly, seeing her expression as a cocked brow as she had her arms crossed, her icy, yellow eyes piercing through him.