(Sorry for the delay; been busy irl.)
The doctor nodded softly, his display showing he was once again lost in thought. 'What do I really know about the politics between these two groups? Never really had cause to get involved, really.. Jobs can be caused by politics but they rarely directly involved them.' The mustelid was about to say something when he heard the rambling about the machine gods start up again.
There was a sudden shift between confusion, concern, alarm, and consideration on his display, but ultimately concern won out. 'This one.. This one is going to make things difficult-might get us killed, or just kill us himself, possibly.' The expression on his display shifted again as the one named Rylou made a brisk introduction. There was a noncommittal look and gesture as he hurried around.
Watching the god fearing engineer run off he turned to the Admiral with a purposeful expression displayed. "If he tries to touch me or any of my equipment, I'm not responsible for what happens to him. However, getting back on topic, we must consider the political fallout of such a catastrophe. What will others think of us? What effects has it already had internally? All these things and more contribute towards their plan."
" 'Their plan' is exactly what we're trying to ascertain - we already get the picture they want Lord-Admiral Tokarev out of the way - lord knows why - but we're largely in the dark as to what the long-term goal is," Trask said.
In orbit, a single Bellator-class Star Dreadnought dropped out of FTL speed, shields raised and weapons hot.
https://i.redd.it/c8r35fwrcyqy.jpgIt sent out a coded hailing signal, directed at the
Steel Avenger.
I reach the hangar bay or the Steel Avenger, I switch on my thrusters and slowly fly up and into it easing in slowly. As she lands she groans and squeal as the four legs of the ship touch the hangar floor. Once she is settled I turn off the engines and walk down exiting through my rear bay letting the platform unfold from my ship "J9 here!" A robotic bird looking machine flew out of the ship ad perched itself on my robotic arm/shoulder. "M3G watch the ship, no one touches till I say so" a large construction not with a backhoe as her left arm steps out"you got it sir" I smile as I close the doors and look around for a guid to the bridge.
(Quick side-note, Lacar, posts in an RP are typically written in third person.)
A Reman crewman approached him. "Excuse me, sir, but this ship is off-limits to all but authorized personnel," he told him.