He breathed in deeply as he refocused on his location. A hand on his arm drew his attention and he saw both Arrow and Adalard warily staring at him. His gaze flickered around the bridge and he noticed the other warriors were watching him with more than a trace of unease. “What is it?” He asked looking back at Adalard. “You tell me,” Adalard muttered. “I think we need to take this into the conference room,” Arrow suggested giving Ha’ven a strange look. Ha’ven nodded and strode into the conference room off the bridge. He walked over to the viewport, looking out into deep space as he waited for the door to close. He turned to look at his two brothers. They were standing with their arms folded across their chests, grim expressions on both of their faces. “What is it?” He asked again, impatiently. “You don’t know?” Adalard inquired lightly. “I don’t know what? Will you just tell me what is going on?” He replied. “Where were you a few minutes ago?” Arrow asked carefully as he walked over to the conference table and sat down.
