OMEN ONE
ULU EIRANS TRYN
KAVALIAN SPACE
.05 LIGHT YEARS FROM UIRMEIK
Tinnuar looked up when the door to his small Ready Room slid open and Perein walked in, his face buried in the data pad. Perein was the only one among the crew who could get away with this. The two men had served together for nearly fifty years and were as close as any two brothers could be.
"Perein?" Tinnuar asked as he got up and moved to the coffee dispenser.
"We're holding station sir." Perein reported as the door closed. "Continuing to scan."
"I'm assuming you didn't come in here to tell me that old friend." Tinnuar spoke as he turned back to his small desk. "Spit it out man!"
Perein shook his head. "It's odd Tinnuar." He said.
"When has anything we have ever done not been odd?" He answered as he settled back into his chair.
"Well… that is true." Perein answered. "I want to show you something. Run it by you and see if it's odd to you."
