Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20150423015312/@comment-24852191-20150508001548


 * Meanwhile. Aboard the Aspect of Faith, J'Mal still paces back and forth on the bridge. Then, his sensors officer speaks.

Elite Sensors Officer: My lord. It seems the human fleet has exited slip space over Earth.


 * Then, J'Mal's communications officer speaks.

Elite Communications Officer: Lord J'Mal, the Ship Masters of the fleet grow restless. They itch for a fight. They are awaiting your commands. Should they attack?

J'Mal: No! We will wait. We will defend.


 * Then, J'Mal becomes extremely agitated, again.

J'Mal: Why has no one answered our message? Shave better have sent it! His life may depend on it!