Hold the Star: Samair in Argos: Book 2 (89 page)

              She did have a lot to see to.  She had the bridge signal action stations, with the understanding that the XO and the remainder of the boarding party would be swapping places with that from the
Grania Estelle
in the next hour.  The ship would be brought to combat readiness.  The Aploras and what few of the Delphon pilots could get into space would be forming up and as a small task force, consisting of one corvette and possibly twenty-six fighters, they’d head out and face this bruiser head on.

              Her thoughts were very similar to Corajen’s from a few hours before.  She’d been caught unprepared by aggressor forces before and she’d been imprisoned and tortured for weeks.  No more.  She’d been careless and not as paranoid as she should have been and a lot of people died. 
Her
people, people who trusted her to keep them safe and lead them well.  No more.

              And the admins in this system thought that because they had a big battlecruiser that they could run roughshod over all that she and her companions had built here.  They’d had their chance and they’d failed.  This big ship coming in would not get the opportunity to trash all of the infrastructure they’d put up.

              “No,” she said.  “Not this girl, not this day.”  Standing, she pulled on her jacket and headed for the bridge.