"What do you mean, `you can't spare any ships'?! Don't you realize the seriousness of this situation?!"
The sound of Morgan shouting into his communication panel could be heard all the way down the hall from his office.
"Calm down Morgan. I'm trying my best to convince the rest of the Terran Council to authorize the deployment of a battle group, but you know how things are. Chances are that even if you get authorization, it won't be for months."
"I can't wait that long. By that time hundreds of worlds may fall to this new alien race. We have to uproot this threat before it begins to grow and bloom into a dire crisis."
"What do you plan to do then admiral?"
"I'm going to have to organize a band of volunteers and attempt to take matters into my own hands. Can I rely on you to assist me, David?"
"You ask a great deal of me, old friend. I've known you too long to turn you down though. Yes, I'll help you, but if anyone finds out about my part in this, I will surely lose my seat on the Council."
"Thank you, I'm sorry to have to ask you to get involved in this. I realize you're putting a lot on the line for me."
"No problem, I could have turned you down if I was that concerned about the risk. Enough of this talk though, we need to get working on putting a fleet together. I'll send you the authorization codes for the shipyards. I'll also pull a few strings where needed. I trust that you can handle the rest?"
"Yes, I'll take care of everything else."
"Alright, I've sent you the codes, good luck Morgan."
"Thanks, I'll need it."
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