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which, such as the fighters, had only joined the various Battle Groups this morning. A few ships<br />
still didn't have their assigned fighters.<br />
"That's your professional opinion is it?"<br />
The three other Guardians grinned, well Darrien grunted, and nodded. Emily tried not to think<br />
about the cause of the sadness in Mira's eyes yet though, or the brittle edge her grin held.<br />
"All right, looks like it's a consensus then. Angwar?"<br />
"Yes, First Guardian?"<br />
"My compliments to Julie and tell her that her force can stop beating the shit out of Zemjhi's<br />
Defenders. Tell them to regroup and switch sides. See what happens then."<br />
"Yes, First Guardian."<br />
If her Provost was smiling, Emily chose to ignore it. She'd been certain that she'd kept the pride<br />
out of her voice, but judging <strong>by</strong> the grins on the three other Guardians, she hadn't succeeded.<br />
For someone who's always having problems with public displays of affection, Julie sure knew the<br />
right things to say this morning.<br />
"Well then, if you three will stop grinning like fools and follow me, we'll get some work done."<br />
The various Guardian Honor Guards thankfully stayed outside, since there wasn't enough space<br />
inside of her ready room for all of them. Darrien silently took his glass of vodka, while the rest<br />
of them stuck with wine.<br />
It had been nearly sixty years since Emily had seen Mira, the smaller, older Guardian had held<br />
up fairly well though. Mira's ship self was one of the last remaining Variant Ten Guardian Ships,<br />
two generations older than Emily's ship self. It was smaller as well, but had the advantage that<br />
she had been one of the few Guardian ships to be specialized for scouting missions.<br />
All four of them raised their glasses and saluted one another before drinking.<br />
"Honor, Wisdom, and Strength."<br />
Emily took her seat, sipping her wine as she watched the others. As was happening throughout<br />
the Imperial forces, Tiri were starting to act more alive than they had since the fall of Tiri Prime.<br />
They knew what was coming towards them, but <strong>by</strong> the Maker, at least they were doing<br />
something to fight the Bak'ra again. Being out of hiding had helped a lot, and seeing how well<br />
most of the humans had adapted had helped even more.<br />
Not all of them though.
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