BONTAWILLIAN FRIGATE
EDGE OF THE TORANA GAS CLUSTER
THE WILDS
"… how long?" Gareld asked from his chair on the bridge of his ship.
"The ship will clear the Defensive minefield in just under three hours." The Kochab officer turned from the console he was in front of. "Another three hours to the border and then they will be ours."
"Make sure our boarding craft are ready." Gareld spoke. "The minute they cross the border I want to be on them. The Lycavorian King's half elf daughter will bring a pretty price from the Kavalian detachment based on Jivrr. I understand she is almost a twin to her mother when it comes to looks. And the elf Queen is quite the looker."
"The Kavalians? I thought we were supposed to kill her Gareld." The Kochab spoke. "That is what our contract called for."