The wraith were often one extreme in their expressions or the other, this was because they communicated mentally far more than verbally, but with Rogue around, that had changed a bit, and their more subtle expressions had become a little more readable.
After the pies had cooled sufficiently enough to eat and with no commander around, they began without him. They'd made three different pies. One poultry, one beef, and one only with vegetables. Instead of grabbing a slice from each to try and wasting any they didn't like, they each chose a slice of one and tried a bite of the other two from one another's plates, sometimes even trading plates if they liked the vegetable one more than the beef or vice versa.
"Do you think the commander will have us go to the signal?" asked one to the others, though it was hard to know why he'd asked aloud, perhaps in the event Rogue had something to say on the matter.
"Unlikely right away, we have business here with the worshiper colony and our potential farms to take care of first." said another. "Even if we're the closest to answer it, we've been in hyperspace too long and need this pause."
"Perhaps its a trap." chimed in a third.
"If it is, its a clever one. The distress beacon is hardwired into the hive itself. An enemy would've had to have taken an alliance ship and have it still salvageable to get to the rendezvous point, whose coordinates change every meeting with previous ones not kept in the system. And considering how brutal our battles have been, I don't see that happening."
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After the pies had cooled sufficiently enough to eat and with no commander around, they began without him. They'd made three different pies. One poultry, one beef, and one only with vegetables. Instead of grabbing a slice from each to try and wasting any they didn't like, they each chose a slice of one and tried a bite of the other two from one another's plates, sometimes even trading plates if they liked the vegetable one more than the beef or vice versa.
"Do you think the commander will have us go to the signal?" asked one to the others, though it was hard to know why he'd asked aloud, perhaps in the event Rogue had something to say on the matter.
"Unlikely right away, we have business here with the worshiper colony and our potential farms to take care of first." said another. "Even if we're the closest to answer it, we've been in hyperspace too long and need this pause."
"Perhaps its a trap." chimed in a third.
"If it is, its a clever one. The distress beacon is hardwired into the hive itself. An enemy would've had to have taken an alliance ship and have it still salvageable to get to the rendezvous point, whose coordinates change every meeting with previous ones not kept in the system. And considering how brutal our battles have been, I don't see that happening."