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"I'll get back to <strong>Southern</strong> <strong>Cross</strong>, the war games are going to start in a few hours. I love you."<br />

Those simple three words seemed to calm the First Guardian and she hugged Julie back just as<br />

fiercely.<br />

"I love you, too. Don't forget that."<br />

"I won't, First Guardian, I won't. Don't leave me though."<br />

"I swear."<br />

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Emily arched an eyebrow as she watched the maneuvers being displayed on the holo tank before<br />

her. The three dimensional display gave her a good understanding of what was happening near<br />

Earth's moon. It would have been even better had she dipped into the bond with her ship self, but<br />

she didn't need that level of detail. What was happening was fairly obvious.<br />

The ID tags, which floated <strong>by</strong> each of the red and blue dots, told her which ships were where,<br />

and what their relative status was. Each of the dots, which floated out towards the edge of the<br />

tank had tags, which blinked, indicating that they had been "destroyed" <strong>by</strong> enemy fire. Each side<br />

had made errors, some of them costly, but the results of this engagement had been clear from<br />

early on.<br />

Angwar nodded towards the tank, sporting a definite smirk.<br />

"That's that then."<br />

Emily folded her hands over her stomach, still watching the moving ID tags inside of the tank.<br />

She felt, not empty, but peaceful. The burning anger that had consumed her was, not gone, but<br />

muted. Banked and stored away. No longer threatening to consume her in a blaze of directionless<br />

rage.<br />

"Hmm."<br />

Nicholas and Darrien were standing near<strong>by</strong>, Nicholas as always fidgeting as he watched, while<br />

Darrien stood, impassive as a mountain. Mira leaned forward and nodded, the old, white-haired<br />

Guardian nodding in agreement.<br />

"He's right, First Guardian. Agressor team has them on the run. At best, Defense isn't going to be<br />

able to do more than inflict forty percent casualties. I think I like your Julie's way of doing<br />

things."<br />

Emily glanced with amusement at the other Tiri Guardians. None of the older Guardians had<br />

taken part in the war games. This was a test of the human Guardians and their crews. Some of

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