“Got it.” The major nodded, accepting the communicator. “We’ll be waiting if you need us.”
“All right, get moving. And Major … thanks.”
O’Donnel threw him a wry salute and scuttled off to join the Eagles.
“Do you really trust him, Captain?” Brandy said skeptically.
“Just a moment … “ Phule was busy working his own communicator. “Mother?”
“Com Central here, Captain.”
“Major O’Donnel and the Red Eagles are now on the network using Tusk-anini’s communicator. Do not-repeat, do not-allow him to make any calls outside this area. Also monitor his position and inform me immediately if he starts moving. Copy?”
“Got it. “
“Jester out.” Phule shut down his communicator and turned to Brandy. “In answer to your question, Sergeant, of course I trust him. Trust is the cornerstone on which intra-service respect and cooperation are built.”
“Right, sir. Sorry I asked.”
“Now then, returning to the original reason for this party”-the commander flashed a quick smile-“I think we’ve learned about as much as we can about our visitors from watching them. Spartacus, I’m going to have to borrow your translator.”
“My translator?” the Sinthian chimed.
“That’s right. Then switch your position to where you’re close enough to Louie for him to translate for you if necessary.”
“Excuse me; Captain,” Lieutenant Rembrandt said, scowling, “but what do you need a translator for?”
“I’m going to try to open communications with the beings in that ship, and I don’t think it’s safe to assume we speak each other’s language.”
“But that’s … I mean … do you think that’s wise, sir?”