Gabatrix: the Batrice Crisis
Copyright© 2025 by CMed TheUniverseofCMed
Chapter 14: Laying Down the Framework Part 2
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14: Laying Down the Framework Part 2 - Set after the events of Gabatrix: The Last Tank, resentment in the UWA grows in the colony of Batrice, one of the most essential worlds of the human race. Anger, confusion, and misinformation have reached an all-time high. A 24th-century Civil War is all but inevitable. It will be up to Shira, Javier, Stone, and the countless characters of past stories to find a solution before the UWA falls apart. Story Includes: Human/Anthro, M/F, M/FF, War, Sex, Action, Drama, Pregnant, Birth, Scalie, Alien
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Science Fiction Aliens Robot Space Furry Lactation Oral Sex Pregnancy Size
It was going on late in the afternoon. Shira and Javier stood in their remote waiting room, speaking with a few select individuals. Girsha’lar and Nir’vina both stood defiant, wearing their gym outfits. Meanwhile, Bransen was still wearing his chef’s outfit. A hint of a spilled vegetable stain was visible on the white shirt. Meanwhile, Shira and Javier sat on their chairs speaking with each person who stepped in.
“I’m afraid that I have to sit this one out,” Bransen said, looking at Shira. “I doubt you need a cook on some def to flying mission.”
“It’s understandable,” Javier replied. “You’re still a civilian after all.”
“He should fight,” Girsha’lar replied, the hint of a sneer could be seen on her face and snout. “He could easily pound those Batricians.”
“With my fists?” Bransen questioned her, looking up at her. “There’s a difference between going on some mission that’s likely to get us blown up. I can’t cook if I’m dead. I should even say the same with you. If it weren’t for the fact that the Captain was pregnant, I would protest sending two armed pregnant women into the fight like this.”
“Being pregnant doesn’t slow us down.”
“But Bransen is right,” Nir’vina replied with her raspy voice. “Shira knows this mission will put us in extreme danger ... something that will require ... explosives. Girsha’lar, do you expect him to fight hand-to-hand combat against soldiers?”
“Ugh...,” Girsha’lar grunted and looked at Bransen. “You should learn to use a gun more! No excuses...”
“Nir’vina is right,” Javier replied. “It’s Bransen’s choice if he chooses not to serve on the upcoming mission. The time it’s supposed to take won’t require us to necessarily eat during it as well. Due to his status, he’ll stay here. However, the choice will remain open for you, Bransen, if you decide to change your mind.”
“Under these circumstances,” Shira stated. “Bransen is of sound mind. He will fight at a great disadvantage in combat. However, we still ask that you have breakfast prior to our departure, along with dinner when we return.”
Bransen nodded. “You got it,” he replied without question.
“The entire crew will reconvene at 2100,” Javier told them. “We still expect all three of you to be present. If there are no further questions?”
“That’s all I had to say,” Bransen said.
“We look forward to this ... mission of yours,” Nir’vina added.
“A true fight,” Girsha’lar pounded her fists together with joy. “I can sense it...”
“Dismissed,” Javier told them.
The three turned around and proceeded to leave. When the door opened, Javier made his typical announcement.
“Next person, step in!” He called out.
With the three that were left, the next person to step inside was none other than Doctor English. The room fell almost silent due to the lack of individuals. It fell even quieter once the door closed. The almost mysterious individual seemed to display a level of content and ease, letting his glasses disguise his emotions. His white trench coat and white hat overhung his face as usual.
“Ah, Doctor English,” Shira replied with a hint of interest. “Your presence was almost expected.”
“You plan on staying out of the mission?” Javier asked him.
“The exact opposite,” English calmly replied. “The message was passed that you’re looking for volunteers for a mission of unknown purpose. I request to be made part of it without question.”
“You can simply do that at 2100. You don’t have to tell us twice.”
“There’s more reason to this,” Shira stated, leaning forward onto her table, with her hands pressed together. “Doctor English knows he’s a civilian. Much like Bransen, a level of proficiency in combat can call into question whether he is to serve in the direct line of combat. He is simply concerned that we’ll reject him. However, we’re also quite aware of his expertise in combat during the battle with the pirates. You’ve proven more than capable of fighting against armed intruders. Your expertise will be highly valued, Doctor. Rest easy that your services will be highly valued. However, I will state that you won’t be fighting the mere rogues.”
The Doctor used his gloved finger to press against his glasses. “It’s no concern to me,” he said.
“What about Empusa?” Javier asked. “You plan on bringing her?” He looked at Shira. “We haven’t even considered animals...”
“She’s staying behind...,” English said.
“Then you have your answer,” Shira glanced over to Javier. “We reconvene at 2100, Doctor English. Your presence is still required.”
The man nodded. “That’ll be all...”
“Very well,” Javier replied. “Dismissed...”
With that, English turned around and proceeded to leave. When the door opened and he exited the room, Shira sat up straight again and paused for a few seconds.
“Most curious...,” Shira remarked.
“He was adamant in wanting to be a part of this mission,” Javier commented. “Almost as if he knew exactly what it was going to be.”
“Hmmm ... more to consider when it comes to these, New Olympians. Send in the next person...”
“Next!” Javier yelled out, seeing that the door was still open.
Two individuals walked into the room. It was both Iz’tre and Petty Officer Marcelle. Iz’tre stood with her respected brown robe, lined over her head and body, while Marcelle was in her respected uniform. They came to a stop and looked upon the two.
“I requested that both be here,” Shira explained to Javier. “And I can hear the presence of three more individuals. Petty Officer Marcelle, is Mizu, Jenta, and Li’lo standing outside the door as well?”
“They’re the last waiting to see you, Ma’am,” Marcelle replied.
“Javier, send them in. This discussion requires their presence as well.”
“Last three enter!” Javier yelled out.
Mizu, Li’lo, and Jenta entered the room before the door closed behind them. In each of Li’lo and Jenta’s hands were their offspring, bundled up close to their chests. All the final quests stood to face Shira and Javier.
“Umm...,” Mizu remarked, seeing Marcelle and Iz’tre. “I don’t think our issues may coincide with theirs...”
“We’ll see about that,” Shira calmly stated as she leaned back on her chair and pressed her fingertips together. “Petty Officer Marcelle, with the upcoming mission bound for us, the UHN rules pertaining to how human women are treated regarding pregnancy, and your current status. You may request to remain behind.”
Marcelle looked down, practically biting her lip. “I don’t know what this mission is going to involve. But, I ... I...”
“It’s ok, Marcelle,” Javier told her. “The risks of this upcoming mission warrant us to let you know that we may see personal combat. I would almost recommend that you sit this one out.”
“I hate leaving Ramirez behind, sir,” Marcelle commented, her hand pressed to her slightly protruding belly. “I know he’s going to join in. Are you sure you don’t need me as your navigator?”
“We have other navigators who are more than qualified to handle the mission parameters,” Shira answered.
“I will fight,” Iz’tre said, stepping forward. “Gersa blesses me to protect the children in battle.”
“No doubt you will ... Ja’reia Gev’in, Eve, Epi’Epi Click...” She spoke in the Itrean language, causing Li’lo and Jenta to show a hint of confusion. Shira continued to say a little bit more before Iz’tre seemed to show a hint of surprise, understanding what she was saying. Her crested head kinked a little bit to the side in dismay. Javier looked over to Shira, trying to understand what she was saying.
“Shira?” Li’lo questioned her. “I don’t understand...”
“Mizu, Li’lo, Jenta,” Shira addressed them. “Do you wish to volunteer for this mission?”
“Is it dangerous?” Mizu asked her.
“It will likely be a one-way mission ... and yes, it pertains to Fort Batrice and eliminating the current regime in power once and for all.”
Mizu thought about it for a few seconds. The wave of anger and determination seemed to flush through his system like a wave. He gave the Shal’rein captain a hard look.
“I want to see Baxton dead, Ma’am,” Mizu said. “Count me in.”
“I cannot guarantee that wish, Mizu,” Shira told him. “However, do you feel that you can handle the navigational controls of a UHN warship?”
The man seemed to show a hint of hesitation. However, he was quick to summon his courage.
“I’ll do whatever I can, Ma’am,” Mizu replied.
“We need a better answer than that, Petty Officer,” Javier pressed his question. “You either do this or we find someone else...”
“Sir ... yes, without question. I’ll do it.”
Javier nodded as he continued to study the man’s emotions and feelings.
“I can help him,” Marcelle replied. “Tonight, there’s a simulator. I can give him a crash course ... It’s not really much different than piloting a shuttle, just something much bigger.”
“Mizu will not be alone when it comes to the controls,” Shira stated. “However, consider it a priority for tonight.” Shira looked at the two Itreans. “Li’lo, Jenta, you have not provided your answers pertaining to my prior inquiry.”
“We will fight, Shira,” Li’lo said.
“Our position is by Mizu’s side,” Jenta added.
“Very well,” Shira replied. “Understand that participating in this mission may come at a cost. Doctor Folar’sha, I requested that she stay behind, and she agreed. Under Itrean law, you are permitted to bring your children into battle. However, these are not the typical circumstances. Due to the extreme risk of this battle, I would ask Iz’tre to remain on this space station, invoking the Itrean Gersin Rule of Ja’reia Gev’in.”
“Ja’reia Gev’in...” Iz’tre said, lowering and bowing her head to Shira. “As Gersa wills it...”
“You ask us to leave our children behind?” Li’lo asked her.
“It’s ... recommended,” Shira stated. “Under the Gersin religion, when an upcoming battle is considered to be of extreme risk, the parents of offspring may give their children to the Gersin who are outside of battle. There would be no loss of honor. Iz’tre will remain as the future parent of your children, in case all three of you perish. She is honor-bound and will follow that order without question.”
“I promise,” Iz’tre said. “Give me the honor ... I will be their guardian...”
Mizu seemed to think about it. The idea was a radical one, but the man had to see Baxton lose. Shira was being forthright on this. Li’lo and Jenta considered it for a brief moment before their quick nods in agreement.
“Very well,” Shira stated. “Iz’tre, Marcelle, that will be all. Mizu, Jenta, Li’lo, you will remain. Dismissed...”
Both Iz’tre and Marcelle left the room. The remaining three looked upon the CO and XO with mild interest. Mizu was wondering where this was going, but the answers had to be obvious. Shira stood up from her chair and approached the man.
“I will ask,” Shira stated. “That your motives are clear...”
“What do you mean?” Mizu asked with a hint of disdain.
“She’s asking that you’ll be level-headed in this upcoming mission, Mizu,” Javier added. “We know what’s happened with you. Li’lo and Jenta are choosing to be with you because they’re loyal to you. However, our concern focuses on you.”
“They are clear, sir,” Mizu said, showing strong hints of aggravation and annoyance in his voice.
“This mission...,” Shira explained, walking around the table. “Requires finesse to work properly. If you wish for Baxton to perish, then you will have to put aside your emotions. Countless lives will be put in jeopardy ... many more if you fail to adhere to my words. Revenge often makes those strike out recklessly and in all directions. However, it can also be refined into a powerful ally.”
“It’s not revenge ... it’s justice...”
“Oh, I disagree,” Shira said, standing next to him, flicking her finned tail almost in his direction. “Especially after seeing your entire family eliminated. I witnessed it all, so that you didn’t have to experience its raw fury before you. I may add that your family embraced death rather well despite the circumstances placed upon them.”
Mizu swallowed hard, knowing that Shira was cold and adamant about what she said. Her shark-like eye beamed into the man’s soul. Even Javier was beginning to wonder about where this was going.
“I can see it in you, Mizu,” Shira told him. “You’ve proven to be quite viable in combat, even under the shadow of Pilot Dean’s greatness. I was able to analyze your prior actions. Without you, the mission would have failed. However, even then, that didn’t stop Baxton from eliminating all those people at the base. May I ask, do you feel you’re to blame for their deaths?”
“ ... Yes, Ma’am,” Mizu answered truthfully.
“Why so?”
“Probes ... patrols ... they were everywhere. I think we were being followed ... and where Dean and I went. It wouldn’t have taken much for them to tail us to the resistance base.”
“Hmmm ... possible. The recordings Batrice showed us were most likely made by probes that ultimately reached the base. However, it’s essential for you to separate the objectives and emotions from the lives that were tossed aside in order for the mission to succeed. By disabling the Rama and the Widado, the UHN has a tactical advantage in this upcoming mission, one made possible by you. Ships are disabled, the UHN has made contact with other resistance cells, and the enemy has no other choice but to strike out recklessly, emboldening some and alienating others in following their cause. It was so successful that you’ve already decided the fate of Batrice by a single act alone. If you knew that those lives would be extinguished again, with the information you know now, to achieve those same goals, would you have done that mission again? ... Think carefully on this answer...”
Mizu seemed to consider it. The question was one that Mizu was aware of, a test of one’s beliefs. Even Javier appeared more curious about this line of questioning.
“ ... Yes, Ma’am,” Mizu answered. “It wasn’t my actions that got them or my family killed ... it was Batrice that did it. The mission was more critical than anything else...”
“Hmm...,” Shira turned to the side and proceeded to head back to her seat. “A very interesting answer indeed ... a true Batrician after all. Everything now falls into the next set of ... what you humans would call ‘Dominoes’ in taking apart Batrice piece by piece. You, Li’lo, and Jenta will now carry an important set of tasks at hand in the upcoming mission, one very specific to you. These instructions must be followed without question ... because you will once again carry our fate upon your shoulder. So, to reiterate this question ... are your motives clear?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Mizu said without hesitation. He said it so firmly that he came to attention just to make it clear.
“Very well ... here’s what I propose...”
The interior of one of the hangar facilities of Fort Rangoon was utterly enormous, being the largest room of them all in the entire space station. It could easily handle dozens of shuttles, even small transports that could be housed in its interior. Here, the zero gravity remained, but inside, everyone was wearing their magnetic boots. Numerous shuttles remained docked and on deck. The massive space doors remained closed, and an atmosphere persisted.
In the center of the facility were numerous individuals, men and women, mostly men, wearing traditional shirts and camouflage pants. Individuals with long hair had their hair neatly tied in a bun to prevent it from floating in the zero-gravity environment. In total, nearly 800 individuals were present. The volume level was typical of the countless individuals talking with one another. The loose formation gave the indication that the personnel were at ease, at least for now.
There were a myriad of groups organized by function and branch of service. Most of them were Marines, accounting for 75% of the personnel present. Another sizeable percentage consisted of many of the former Lifen crew, along with other UHN personnel on the station that heard word of some sort of planned operation.
There were also Itreans that were present. The largest percentage consisted of Shal’rein. The women mostly wore dark purple bras that covered their chests and long green pants that rode down their digitigrade legs without covering the magnetic wrappings on their webbed feet. Most of the shark-like women had grayish skin, but others had a variety of different textured skin or different snouts and tails. There would be the occasional glance of the marines looking over at the shark-like women with some interest. One man watched as a tall, crude, cut-haired woman with heavy muscle mass kissed her snout and lowered it down, almost as if some sort of flirting gesture. However, these particular Shal’rein women were being monitored. Yutilian women, dressed in their wrap armor, carried their rifles. Despite their smaller stature, the Shal’rein appeared almost as prisoners, carrying neck bracelets forcibly attached to their necks, which could be pain collars if these Shal’rein were out of line. There had to be at least 60 women in total.
Besides the Shal’rein, there were other Itreans present as well, although most of these consisted of the Lifen crew members. However, there was a small group of Yutilian women, at least 15, who stood with makeshift wrap armor, leaving their heads uncovered and rifles placed to the side.
It was a menagerie that Shira and Javier witnessed at first hand upon entering the room. They walked together near a long, red line that extended to the other side of the room, remarking on all the people present on their right. The Shal’rein were the first to see Shira, recognizing her almost immediately. Javier knew that these must have been the former members of the Garja crew who were still serving prison sentences on Earth. Many looked at Shira, carrying a mix of curiosity or malice. However, it was never in the realm of outright hatred. There was even a case of one Shal’rein woman, one with a hammerhead-like face, with each eye at the end point. She put her fist to her chest, doing a light bow with her head and saluting her former Lesser Adjunct. Shira lightly nodded her head to her while the two continued their walk.
Javier briefly saw that one of the marines, Gavril, was looking at the odd-looking Shal’rein with great curiosity.
“So many people...,” Javier said. “Will it be enough?”
“It will have to do,” Shira replied. “The Iridum can only house so many soldiers at once, while Fort Batrice will carry countless more...”
Upon the long realm of individuals, Javier spotted the Lifen crew standing and intermingling with a few of the other UHN personnel. Stone and Ioren, who stood ahead of the marines, saw Shira and Javier approaching him from some distance.
“ATTENTION ON DECK!” Stone yelled at the top of his voice.
It took a few seconds, but the entire room began to quiet down. Those that weren’t in complete formation moved back into columns and rows. The sounds of boots clamping on deck could be heard throughout the hangar.
Order was established in the great interior. An enlisted technician, a lanky man, approached Shira and Javier, handing them two small, cube-like devices. A single button could be seen on it. Javier quickly recognized them as microphones that connected to the overhead speakers of the hangar.
All eyes fell upon him and Shira. Meanwhile, Stone continued to hold at attention, being the leading Master Sergeant and overseer of all the Marines. Javier looked at Shira as she gave an affirmative nod for him to continue. The former XO held the small device near his mouth and turned it on.
“All members inside this hangar facility,” Javier explained, his voice easily carrying throughout the room. “As you’re all aware, Batrice has engaged in open rebellion, installing their own regime, and terrorizing its populace. The rumored stories you’re hearing are all true. Batrice’s government is committed to executing its people in order to push its agenda. The UWA stands in danger, not from foreign invasion, but from ourselves. I’m Lieutenant Commander Javier, the former XO of the Lifen, a ship that played a role in launching a daring attack to disable two of Batrice’s prime warships at the cost of my own ship. Standing beside me is Captain Shira, one you may have heard about from the news or the battles over Palora. Since the beginning of the Batrice succession, both of us stood ready to fight against the tyranny of Batrice...”
The man stepped forward, drawing everyone’s attention to him. There was a pause while Shira stepped aside, proceeding to head towards the cluster of Shal’rein women, leaving Javier partially separated. Her hands were kept behind her back as she walked.
“Shira and I have been assigned to command the UHN Iridium,” Javier continued. “One of the UHN’s most powerful warships. Tomorrow morning at 0600, a massive operation has been put forth ... one that will bring great risk. Our goal is to inflict as much damage as possible on Batrice’s military. Our hope is that if we hurt them enough, their military will likely surrender ... and without their military, Batrice’s government will fall. So the question you’re all asking is, ‘Where does this involve me?’ Simple, this mission tomorrow depends on the men and women of the UHN and UHN Marines alike. The Iridium’s mission is to assault Fort Batrice directly ... take the fight to them straight into the heart of Batrice’s own defenses. What we need are soldiers ... people willing to stand up against tyranny and evil. Without Batrice’s resources, the human race will weaken ... everything stands on the line. What we fight against will save the other people of Batrice from being crushed by their own movement. We must help them. Men and women in this room, we need your help if we’re going to succeed. We need volunteers...”
Shira came to a stop before turning to face the Lifen crew. Her shark-like eye fell on Bekra, using her gray fingers to gesture for her to come to her. The small Aksren woman walked through the crowd of individuals before she reached Shira.
“Translate in Itrean for me...,” Shira told her, to which Bekra gave her quick nods in reply. Shira then lifted the microphone device near her snout.
“Tomorrow...,” Shira stated in her calm, objective voice. “We will engage Batrice in a direct battle. Every asset will be brought forth. Expect fierce resistance. Members of my prior crew on the Garja are given an option: help Subdue Batrice’s forces, secure Fort Batrice, and they will be released to live their lives on Earth, free from the T’rintar clan shackles. No reduced time but one, your immediate freedom upon its resolution.”
Bekra translated for Shira, speaking in Itrean to ensure there was no misinterpretation or error. The Shal’rein listened closely. Some looked at each other and did their quick nods. For the ones that remained loyal to the Shal’rein clan, it was a promise that had to be obeyed and honored. Many seemed to think about it as prison life on Earth seemed to eat away at their lives. Shira turned and looked back at the Lifen crew.
“This fight will be intense,” Shira stated. “Every crewmember who volunteers will be fighting against Fort Batrice’s forces. They’ll use every asset against you. Their goal will be to exterminate you. The line you see ahead of you is the final request made by you. You step over this line, and you will be heading with me and Javier when we assault the station. I will be fighting alongside you in direct combat ... and you’ll not be outmatched ... for you’ll have help and allies from beyond...”
Shira turned toward the entrance and waved her two fingers. Many of the individuals began to look over to what the Captain was looking at. Javier even turned his head to see who entered the hangar.
It was Minerva. The robotic cat-like woman walked down the line with simplicity and purpose, without a care for the countless individuals who stared at her. Minerva’s arrival was met with awe, surprise, wonder, and even a little bit of apprehension. While the Itreans had little care or understanding of her, the humans who recognized her immediately were aware of the power she represented. She walked toward Javier on the other side of the room.
“Understand that there’ll be no misconception,” Shira continued. “This will likely put your lives in great danger. However, everyone who stands here is key to this mission to succeed. Some of you have already proven your worth in battle. Some here have already been chosen to remain here while the battle takes place, while the many others now stand ready to engage the enemy. You control the destiny of your race ... make your next choice the one that follows your mind and spirit...”
Many of the individuals seemed to think about it. However, it was Stone who would be the last to say anything. He walked up toward the line, closest to the edge of the massive crowd.
“Do you hear what the Captain said!?” Stone yelled out at the top of his lungs, loud enough for everyone to clearly hear him. “That is the beckoning call of the UHN Marines! The enemy has taken the lives of over 10,000 people ... that number will only increase! They stand in the way of freedom, democracy, the republic, your liberties. Their constitution ... burned to the fucking ground! I’ll stand with Captain Shira and Officer Javier in battle! You have all proven to wear those uniforms, to fight, and defend the UWA with your lives. You make the choice to stand against tyranny, then you cross this line and join us. Stay here ... and you let the enemy win ... you will forever be under their boot. I will fight! I WILL FIGHT!”
Stone and Ioren shifted over the line to ensure that he was with Shira, Javier, and Minerva. Everything fell into complete silence. It took less than a second before Doctor English stepped over the line and joined them before facing the crowd. The Shal’rein women looked at each other. The Yutilian soldiers, the 15, walked over the line. Mizu, Li’lo, and Jenta were next, stepping over the line, knowing their next course of action.
Before anybody knew it, it began. People began stepping over the line, knowing that it was time to act.
“UHN Marines!” Stone yelled out. “Redder than Blood!”
“Blood for life!” the marines shouted out as they started stepping over the line.
“Redder than Blood!”
“Blood for life!” more marines came walking over the line.
He kept repeating it over and over again as the marines continued to shout out the response. It only served to invigorate the crowd. The Lifen crew began walking over the line. Javier was amazed by the countless individuals who decided to join this mission. It was the greatest move that he could ever see. His fears for the upcoming day seemed to drain entirely, restored by outright hope. Every person was walking across the line. Even the Shal’rein women of the Garja made the decision to step over the line, driven by either loyalty to Shira or a desire for freedom. Everyone had their reasons. Hundreds of people walked across, followed by a hundred more. In less than twenty seconds, the few reluctant individuals walked across.
In another half a minute, Stone stopped saying it. There were only a few people remaining who didn’t cross the line. Petty Officer Marcele, the very pregnant Doctor Folar’sha, and Chef Bransen stood next to Iz’tre, her arm wrapped around her shoulder. In Iz’tre’s hands were both Li’lo and Jenta’s babies, one held in each arm. Bransen stood next to Marcelle, looking at Girsha’lar and Nir’vina, who had already walked over to join the crew.
Javier lifted the device near his face. “Very well,” he said. “The choices have been made. Chef Bransen and the other cooks will ensure that you have a meal waiting for you at 0500 before muster here at 0600. Treat this night with special care. Do not discuss this with anybody but yourselves. All squad leaders convene with Warrant Officer-select Stone for further inquiries ... That’ll be all...”
It was later that night, sometime around 2200. Walking down the extensive passageway was Gavril. The man was still dressed in his marine camouflaged pants, seemingly eager and curious about something. He reached by a set of closed doors where a guarding Yutilian woman in her wrap armor and rifle stood at the ready. The lumbering man came to a stop and looked at the lone Itrean.
“Hey, tiny birdy,” Gavril said, pointing his thumb at himself. “Gavril wants to see the shark ladies.”
“Prisoners,” the Yutilian said in her butchered English. “No pass...”
“Come on,” he insisted. “I wanted to see that one sharky ... the one with the flat face ... the one who calls herself Kes’pia...”
The door slid open. A single Shal’rein stepped near the door, her fists lowered down to her lower abdomen. The Yutilian backed away and kept her rifle at the ready. Gavril showed a sense of relief upon seeing her.
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