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Ezáitur is insane! Forren thought. The Sukúr and her sister ships were finished, but the Fer-innyera had sent orders canceling the test run. Instead the Fer-innyera ordered the crews to get ready for an offensive against Orian herself. He was an impatient man, Forren knew. In a neurotic fit, he’d decided to purge the system of Orian filth. Yes, “Orian filth” was what Ezáitur had called them, Forren recalled with some sense of horror at his lack of self-composure.
Forren only wished he had the nerve to say something about this, but that was not in his character. As much as he wanted not to, he did as he was told and relayed the message to Vaikyur in the Command Center to send the squadrons over to board the new space fleet for a major offensive.
Moments later, he monitored the conversation between Vaikyur and the Fer-innyera, hoping against the odds that Vaikyur could do something to save them.
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