Copyright 2009 by Felicity Heaton
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Lieutenant Amerii took one final look at her appearance and then left her quarters. She pushed her jaw length chestnut hair from her face, tucking the long fringe behind her right ear, and strode through the ship. It was the largest vessel she had worked on in her career with the Lyran Imperial Army and the one where she had felt least at home. The captain of the Nebuz-Lyra VIII was impossible to deal with. No matter how hard she worked, how much she pushed herself, he seemed to refuse to see her worth. He rewarded the rest of his crew for efforts one hundred times less than her own.
Not that she was bitter.
Amerii refused to let it get to her like that and she refused to raise the matter with her father, Captain Lyra III. In her heart, she knew it would get her nowhere. Her father would see to it that the crew gave her respect, but there would be no feeling behind that respect. It would be a hollow lie. She wanted to win the male crew’s respect without having to resort to her father stepping in. She wanted to do this on her own, wanted to make something of herself just as her father and mother had done.