Chapter Thirty
October 8, 2230, Gliese 581, New Samarkand, Sogdia
“Keep an eye out,” Cabrina announced. “If they make it past our line, they might be able to hit the field hospital.”
With most people out on patrol, it would be a slaughter. Army counteroffensives had gone well in the last few days, despite rebel pushback the last few hours. At least that was the line HQ was spinning. The downside was it was hard to hit a place if all their forces were elsewhere. Additional reinforcements would arrive soon, but not fast enough. The garrisons in nearby systems were worried that whatever was going in Gliese 581 might be contagious. No one wanted to release many of their troops. They were willing to lend a platoon or a company here and there, but not the serious level of troops needed to cru
