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LeCler, Chiron Galaxy… “Ungrateful, Fostling w***e!” He slammed his fist on the console in the Communications Room. “We birthed her, raised her, and this is the reward? Did we not instill in her to honor and obey her parents?”
“She’s no longer in the Air Force. She has no ship to bring here to chase off the Tamplians.” She winced as he spun around to face her, his rage turning his cheeks red, a vein throbbing on his forehead.
“Then she’s a coward as well for not making her life one of service to protect the Alliance.”
“Perhaps she has decided to try another path, a different vocation—”
He cut off her words with a growl of disagreement. “Good for only two things, killing enemies or—”
“Don’t you dare say it—” she threatened, her own anger rising.
“Pleasing a man,” he substituted at
