“I believe we’re on the same page, ma’am.”

“Good, and good luck, Commodore,” she said, extending a hand.

He shook it. “Thank you, Admiral.”

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Imperial Space, World Kraike, Orbital Command Station, Imperial Sector Capital

► Captain Aymes found himself standing alone in the center of a dark room, the only light focused on him. The childish psychology of it all would have made him laugh in any other situation, but he was well aware that behind the games were a man and system that honestly did not care if he lived or died. In actuality, he suspected his death would be simpler.

“Captain.”

“My Lord,” Aymes said, resisting the urge to shield his eyes and search the shadows for the source of the voice.

It was entirely possible that the fleet lord wasn’t even in the room. No point in looking weak for no gain.

“It is the opinion of the Imperial analysts that you encountered a single Oather vessel and were frightened by some minor innovations on the enemy’s part, causing the loss of your parasite vessels and crews.”

“With respect, the Imperial analysts are fools.”

Fleet Lord Kaliba laughed softly, coldly. “You are not the first to say such things, but few have lived long enough to regret their statement . . . and none of those who did were as low in rank and status as you are.”

Aymes stiffened but nodded resolutely.

He really had nothing to lose at this point.

When in doubt, attack.

“Then have me killed,” he said simply. “I’ll be proven right in the end.”

“It would do you little good, Captain, after the fact,” Kaliba said idly. “However, your suggestion has merit, and the Imperial analysts have elected to follow it.”

“Suggestion, My Lord?” Aymes asked, not quite able to hide his grimace.

“Having you killed, of course,” the fleet lord said.

Aymes closed his eyes. “Yes, My Lord.”

“The manner of your death, however, has been left to me,” Kaliba said. “As such, you will return to your command and see to her repairs. When those are complete, you will join the Third Reconnaissance group and lead them to Oather space. Find these anomalies, end them if you can, return with evidence of their capabilities if you cannot. The Imperial expansion and end of the Oather sect, once and for all, will not be halted by some petty anomalous species. Thus I speak with the empress’ voice.”

“As you command, My Lord.”

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 18

AEV Odysseus, Stellar Anomaly WTF487

► Eric examined the smaller ship as it floated alongside the Odysseus, noting the rather spectacular hole blown in the side of the vessel.

“I can’t believe they blew a containment bottle inside their own hull,” he whispered to Commander Heath, shaking his head in disbelief.

Miram cringed. “I’ve worked with Chief Doohan in the past, Captain. I, unfortunately, have no problem whatsoever believing it.”