Chapter Five
“No,” Aubriot said. “That is not happening. I’m not having it. Do you understand?”
He was standing in the center of the Mistral’s bridge, where the holo of the aliens’ ship had hung a few hours previously, his large, powerful frame as imposing as always, but his expression uncharacteristically vulnerable. He poked a warning finger toward no one in particular and reiterated, “Not. Happening.”
“I don’t know about you,” Anahi said sardonically, “but the last time I looked, this wasn’t a dictatorship. It isn’t up to you, Aubriot, to decide what we do or don’t do. Personally, I think it’s a good idea to reactivate the Guardians and I’m glad that Cariad made the proposition. I can’t believe it’s taken us until now to discuss it. I suppose we’ve been too focused on recovering from
