8
Sitting alone in her quarters, Telixa lifted a glass of wine and inhaled the aroma. She had been on duty for hours. Her first officer had insisted that she get some rest, and she couldn’t argue the point. This battle would go on for days. She couldn’t stay awake through all of it.
Hanging back at twice the distance of Leyria’s moon, the Flagship was in no danger. The captains knew their orders. She could leave them to their work, sleep a few hours and then come back when she wasn’t quite so exhausted.
She kept telling herself that, but experience suggested the opposite. Those idiots needed a firm hand. She feared the prospect of waking up to discover that one of them had fired a nuclear missile down on the planet. That would be a colossal mistake. Putting aside that it would make the
