Jerym jogged through the gate. That the decisionto keep pushing had come from Rumaros, from some sonofabitch whoslept between sheets eight hours a night, plus a nap after lunch. The commodore stared,alarmed: Clearly it had perceived him in hyperspace with a most unusualprecision, to h 2Solstice Eve, Y.
High explosives roared,gutting the armored gunships. And what do your comrades think of dying in battle? They've beenexposed abundantly to it. And odds arethey'll have no forces north of the river. The winner becomes a loser.
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