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Amelia kept staring at Okora, she didn’t even register the boys attempts, or Demor’s attempts to diffuse the situation. The insults kept flying.

She couldn’t back up her threats? Amelia’s lips pulled in tightly as they pursed in tense anger, then after a few moments of staring at the Saiyan before her, she called out.

“Sergeant Talyn!”

She called the name out without breaking her gaze from the group before her. “Transmit the following orders to my Command Carrier...”

Amelia’s voice was firm, cold, while her red faced gaze was unflinching. Another individual quickly stepped into the bath from one of the massage tables, electing to get a shoulder rub while Admiral Montrose was in the bath, a shoulder rub that ended all too abruptly.

The man was in full Aschen urban pattern camouflage, but was unarmed, save for his radio communicator, and a few ancillary devices worn on his belt.

“Yes, Admiral?” He said with a crisp salute, bringing his fist across his chest. Then he reached into his pocket to produce a pad and paper.

Amelia was still seething with rage, they were mocking her, they were mocking the Empire, and this was unacceptable by the Admiral’s standards.

“Have them send for my shuttle, I’ll decide what to do with this brazen act of aggression against an officer of the Empire once I reach my Command Carrier.”

For the briefest moment, Amelia considered ordering the Command Carrier to combat readiness, engaging the local defense forces, and striking against the planet from orbit.

A thought she quickly dismissed; there was no way Command would allow her to carry out such an attack... A fact that she knew, and found quite disappointing.

The corner of her lips turned upwards into a slight smirk. “Have Colonel Decurion bring the Pride of Langara to condition two, until I arrive.” Amelia demanded, and the poor unfortunate sergeant saluted once more. “Ad Victoriam, Admiral!” Before swallowing visibly, a flash of fear crossed his eyes, before he turned to leave, his boots hitting the floor as he made his way out of the bath house.


Amelia brought her attention to the girls, and the boys, she huffed, her chest rising, puffing outwards before she growled to herself. “You will all pay for your insolence.” She muttered, covering her chest with her slender arms, folding them in front of her. She would never leave her Command Carrier again for some alien world, the baths were cleaner, the water was hotter, and there were no insults, only a clear chain that binds, and dutiful suboardinates, rather than insulting patrons.

She committed each of their faces to memory, for a lengthy report to be submitted to her superiors regarding the hostile culture on this world.

She backed away towards the edge of the bath, and lowered herself more into the water, there she would sit until the sergeant returned, to inform her the shuttle had arrived.