Termination...
"Sula, you're away from the course. Focus, we can read your movement."
"Zixcha," Sula soared lower and adjusted to the course, hissing at the commands she was given. It was her fifth mission, and she was sent alone after five days of debriefing. Disappointed, she hadn't seen Nyla since their clash at her office. Part of her felt guilty for thrashing their connection. She was hurt and almost on the brink of tears.
"I shouldn't have told her all that," Sula whispered. I should have embraced her and made her believe she could trust me."
"Warrior Sula, do you communicate with us? We can't find relevance in your conversation.
Zixcha they can hear me.
"Nothing to worry about. Effective immediately, the mission is the priority."
"Cologir, warrior."
