The Fleet Commander scanned the faces of the eight Admirals, daring them to continue. She pulled Dirac back, her eyes never leaving them. “We are done here.” Her gaze calmed and moved to Sarn. “Helix is yours, Sir. Torrain has your follow-throughs ready to go.” Tarian nodded slowly, the ghosts returning to his eyes. “Godspeed, Fleet Commander.” Sebastian clapped a hand onto Sarn’s shoulder as he moved to join Jessica. Masaniz’s head pivoted to follow him. “I have no idea where you’re going, Commander Ansel. Consider yourself under arrest.” Seb turned back, a perverse gleam in his eyes as he offered a smirking grunt to the Idisal. “I’m finishing this where I can see them go down -- and I suggest you go to several thousand Hells, too.” He turned from the Idisal and, free to be seen at last, followed Stevens and Dirac out of the Kensit. Torrain of Sislana was waiting at the top of the wingstrut, now even more inebriated and having clearly heard everything. He held out a slender, flat piece of metal in his huge hand and pointed at the gold and black ship a dozen meters away. “It matches my personal craft. Not one dent or you’re paying for your own attorneys.”
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