The War Room was abuzz with activity. Generals in Army green stood with admirals in Space Corps black, all talking in hushed, frenzied voices as they watched the reports coming in. There must have been at least three dozen monitors bolted to the gray walls, and every one of them displayed an ever-growing list of ships that had fallen or retreated. The holographic globe that rotated in the middle of the room projected red dots where enemy battlecruisers had assumed orbit above Leyria’s major cities.
It wasn’t going well.
The air was so thick with fear, Jeral Dusep could practically taste it. And there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to help. Five seconds after he arrived, they sat him down at a small, round table in the corner. And they had been ignoring him ever since. Every half hour or
