Diplomacy Two Brothers of Different Origin

[Anatoli Sidorov]

"No need to rush the meeting is required. Maybe we can arrange it for even later."
I said glad to finally leave the place. Then with a bow of our heads, me and Yelena turned 180 degrees clockwise and took the path back to our corvette. As we sealed off the passage between the two ships Yelena said:
"I don't know how you do it but this droid really got on my nerves. What wouldn't I have given to rip that booblehead of her tiny neck..."
A- Wow. I never would imagine you could harbour that much hatered for someone...
Y- Is it uncalled for though? We are here to offer help, dismisses us "because our ship is too small to offer any help" and gets angry because we are not in uniform for parades? After all we were not planning into meeting anyone anyways... Not to mention her looking down on us and especially you with what you have gone through to bring us to the point we are now. And I am not talking only about the battles you went through in space but also your political battles back home.
As we were getting ourselves into the cockpit I caught the hands of Yelena and said
A- This is nothing for you to worry about. Let's go home and I'll take you out for drinks as a thanks for you standing by my side today. Also I'll give you the next 3 days off. Today's flight might have been a bit much for you all. Also once you get back home go discuss with the rest what would be needed to train new cadets to join the ranks of the Terrarian Space fleet and once you have some ideas let me know ok?
Y- Can do, will do.
She replied back and smiled.
A- Ok your ship. Take us home.
And with that Yelena undocked us from the ship and initiated our flight back home hyperdrive humming aft.

 

[Katrina Yaroslava]

Once they had left, Katrina growled in rage, before pressing the button under her desk to deactivate the cameras observing the room and the hallway outside. Then, walking over to the garbage bin, she picked up the handkerchief, and stabbed it with her tail and letting it melt in her hand. "Those uncultured swine, Mr. All important fleet commander and his stupid little Admiral. If I were a less patient drone I would have melted them from under the desk before they even knew what happened. Even he decided he wasn't good enough to stay for lunch. Serves him right for trying my patience." She stated before picking up the trash can and ripping it in two with ease, releasing the last of her anger. "Oh. That felt good." She sighed, fixing her posture, only to realize she was still holding the broken can. But no matter, she was hungry, after all.

"But no sense giving him the satisfaction. Given how he acted, he was probably some pompous bureaucrat who fashioned himself a great commander. Entitled dolt. Even the so-called Admiral bore no rank."

Katrina shook her head before taking one of the two halves and bit down with her strong, incredibly sturdy jaw, cracking it, then chewing the scrap into smaller chunks with her teeth. Returning to her desk, she turned the cameras back on. "Captain. Inform the Fleet Admiral of what happened upon his return. I'll debrief him personally later."

"Yes, Your Excellency. We are sorry you had to endure that by yourself." He replied through the intercom.

"No need Captain. I wasn't going to give him that respect. He refused to identify himself. Besides, I am more than capable of handling myself." She stated before taking another bite of the broken trash can and sipping her mug of oil to flush it down.

"Vice Admiral, is that..." He began before going silent. "Understood. Please return to the bridge when you are ready. Captain 1st Rank Fyodr Yaroslavov out. Enjoy your meal."