Sariel tenses involuntarily at Lore's hand on her arm. She's working consciously to reverse it the moment her brain catches up, but that doesn't stop the initial reaction. This is wrong. He's unnerved her, his hard vacuum coldness has scared her, to say otherwise would be a lie, but this is--
Hostile closing, 100 kilometers, 70, 50, 40. Evasive action, divert all available power to the shields.
She doesn't say a word. Lore could conceivably take her silence for ascent, but it isn't.
It's anything but.
Anyone who calls Sariel a minion is sorely mistaken. That isn't how she lives.
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Sariel tenses involuntarily at Lore's hand on her arm. She's working consciously to reverse it the moment her brain catches up, but that doesn't stop the initial reaction. This is wrong. He's unnerved her, his hard vacuum coldness has scared her, to say otherwise would be a lie, but this is--
Hostile closing, 100 kilometers, 70, 50, 40. Evasive action, divert all available power to the shields.
She doesn't say a word. Lore could conceivably take her silence for ascent, but it isn't.
It's anything but.
Anyone who calls Sariel a minion is sorely mistaken. That isn't how she lives.
This isn't Commander Data. Not as she knows him.