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Yarrie placed his hands on the console and leaned forward toward the window. He had already counted them, and the computer confirmed, but he counted them again. His fleet of Tamplian battleships numbered over fifty. They were spaced apart, main power down, only using thrusters to maintain orbit. And here they waited.
The Vancurelians were moving steadily through the Apollo Galaxy, and all reports and projections predicted Windmere would be their next target. And their last. Yarrie had been assigned by the Emperor of his race to stop the Vancurelians, who believed everything was theirs for the taking. For decades, the Tamplians had protected new colonies from too much outside interference, or so the Alliance believed based on the contract between them. As adjunct members of the Allianc
