“Lieutenant Keris, sir!” the voice rang across Red Barge.

Keris looked up from fixing his sling.

Elsaack trotted up. “We finally repaired the damage caused by the pirate attacks.” He pointed north. “The struts there should be completely mobile by sundown.”

“Mmmm... splendid.” The griffon stood up, wincing slightly. “When's the soonest we can transport supplies between the Barges?”

“I'd say within a day,” Elsaack said. He blinked. “Uhm... assuming it's okay with your friends.”

Keris squinted. “'Friends?'”

“More like superiors.”

Keris jolted, then spun.

Commander Seraphimus touched down, charcoal brown eyes leering. Three armored guardians landed beside her, gazing at the recovery efforts.

“You have much explaining to do, Lieutenant.”

Keris breathed. “Indeed, Commander, I do.”