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AUBRIOT WAS IN A RAGE and he’d gathered all the Woken together to witness it. He’d even demanded that representatives from the Guardians attend his rant. Strongquist and Faina sat at the back of the large meeting room aboard the Nova Fortuna. Strongquist’s arms were folded and his legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle. Faina sat erect, her hands together in her lap. The female Guardian’s eyes were bright and alert, while Strongquist’s were hooded, as if he was mentally a great distance from the event. Aubriot’s weakness following his revival had entirely disappeared. To Cariad, while he lectured and threatened everyone about the situation planetside, where most of the Gens seemed to have left the settlement, he appeared as athletic and dynamic as he’d been on Earth. “This is unaccept