Chapter 37

I didn't win, I'll freely admit it. But at what cost to you, Governors? For every soldier we lost, you lost three more. The amount of money you spent on the war effort was astronomical compared to the losses you would have faced had you accepted my petition. I'll sleep just fine, Governors. How about you?

-Dahlia Michaels at her Grand Trial, one week before her execution, October 15th, 2175 CE

"SHIT SHIT SHIT," Cal said as he wrenched Modesty's Revenge sideways to avoid a cloud of bullets sent from one of the Sovereignty battlecruisers. The Rusty Blade had already opened fire, launching a wave of missiles at the cruisers, though many of them had already been picked off by defensive cannons. Teth's heart sank to his feet. They had lost. There was no way an old Revolution destroyer and a modified gunship could hope to stand up against a pair of battlecruisers.