Regor held up a palm sized metal disk, a projection of the Saham Council chapter. Vay stood beside his copilot.
“Your report?” Voha demanded.
“Two of Borli’s allies have turned upon him” Vay answered.
Regor nodded “We will likely be called to fight against them”
“Scum!” N’hata yelled, slamming his fist into the arm of his chair “You must return”
“Be calm, General” Voha answered. He stroked his mandibles “What does he ask of us”
“Reinforcements.” Regor answered.
Vay nodded “He claims that without these fortresses the Black Moons will become unstoppable, and capturing them is a top priority”
“How dare he. Saham will not leave itself defenceless for some fools war” N’hata growled.
Voha held up his hand for N’hata to stop. He looked to each of his generals, before turning back to the pilots “Thank you for the report. We shall make contact to update you soon”