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"How long would it take, Birk?"<br />
"Oh, well, lets see here. Well, we could change the emitters on the platforms themselves.<br />
Anyone who wanted to use them will have to realign their satellite dishes, as well. Figure we<br />
could have the platforms changed over <strong>by</strong> the end of the week, and we'd be good to go after<br />
that."<br />
The end of the week was five days away, and Emily needed that shield up and running as soon as<br />
possible.<br />
"You have three days Birk, get your people moving. Have Lorin strip people from ship<br />
construction duties if you need to, but get it done. I'll tell Winston, and he'll have the diplomatic<br />
core start setting it up earth side."<br />
Birk stared at her as if she'd gone insane.<br />
"Three days? But, I mean, there are over forty platforms in orbit!"<br />
"You better get moving then hadn't you, Birk?"<br />
Taking the non-too subtle hint, the engineer gathered his data pads and left in a huff. He<br />
reminded her of nothing so much as a waddling duck dressed in a uniform.<br />
Hopefully that's one problem out of the way. Now only three hundred others to deal with before I<br />
can get some rest.<br />
For what felt like the hundredth time that day, Emily ignored her impulse to contact <strong>Southern</strong><br />
<strong>Cross</strong> and find out how Julie was doing.<br />
She's Bak'ra…<br />
Sea green eyes…<br />
They destroyed my world…<br />
Red hair that seemed to shimmer under the sun…<br />
The Bak'ra use Tiri as a source of food…<br />
She's one of the brightest people I've ever met…<br />
They are the enemy.<br />
I love her.
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