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Ar’alani stopped in the middle of her tracks and turned on her heel. “Navigator?”
Vah’nya smiles serenely. “Yes, Admiral?”
Ar’alani frowns. “What is this, what are you doing?”
Vah’nya crosses his arms over her chest. “That is an interesting question, Ma’am”
Ar’alani’s eyes narrow. “You are standing in front of a maintenance closet in the middle of an extremely busy dock with a tight turnover. We are about to wage into a war in which we may all die. Do you have nothing better to be doing with your time?”
Vah’nya grits her teeth. “Trust me Ma’am, I don’t like this any more than you do”
Ar’alani seethes. “You have five seconds, Navigator, to tell me what is going on”
Vah’nya leans back against the maintenance closet door, her head hitting the metal with a thunk. “I owe Ivant a favour. The human has no shame it appears”
“Ivant…” Ar’alani realises, and shudders. Thrawn was in the Springhawk, which had coincidentally docked in the bay right next to ours. For the love of… “Could they not bother to make it to their quarters?”
Vah’nya grimaces. “Like you said, Admiral, tight turnover”
“Right” Ar’alani shakes her head. “We better hope they get a move on, it would be unfortunate for the Springhawk to fall behind in the invasion because its Captain was taking it up the arse”
Vah’nya coughs loudly. “You want me to relay that message to them, Ma’am?”
“No thank you, Vah’nya” Ar’alani says primly. “Interruptions will only make them take longer to come” She could yell at Thrawn later once he was done saving all of their lives.