© 2011 by Rigel Ailur
Published by Bluetrix Books, Smashwords edition
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"We need ships. Our own ships." Talian fought to keep the desperation out of her voice but knew she failed miserably at the effort. She slammed her palms onto the round table with more force than she'd intended, angry color suffusing her normally fair complexion. Talian could feel the roiling emotions from the woman across the table even through her own. Portia was embarrassed for her; worse, neither Portia nor the others recognized the peril.