themselves treated as indentured servants—until the Admiral demonstrated, even demanded, the same respect for the flotilla’s SADEs as he paid Julien. The people often referred to Julien, Cordelia, and Z as “the Admiral’s SADEs,” and all three took pride in being called so. It reminded them of their contributions that had enabled the timely launch of the flotilla, evacuating a quarter-million refugees from the planet. With that success came a momentous day for the Librans. They were no longer refugees, fleeing the silver ships, and they were no longer Independents, carrying the hated Confederation label. They were legitimate civilian and military members of the Admiral’s House.
Z asked.
Deciding it was time to discover how much Alex had influenced their protocols, Julien laid out the events of his time at New Terra—the Méridiens’ first contact, the Ministers, the President, the tour of the Rêveur , Clayton Downing, the Assembly, the Pact, the theft, his research to uncover the perpetrators behind the theft, and their decision to send the critical message to President McMorris as they exited the New Terran system.
Cordelia said.
Z asked, anxious to understand how and why the actions had transpired.
Julien replied,
Cordelia asked.
Cordelia asked.
Cordelia’s request took Julien by surprise. He had not given this response a high probability. Julien said.
Z said.
Cordelia said, sending peals of laughter through the comm. Z’s complaint had veracity. Of note to her was her choice of algorithm to generate her laugh. It had been designed to appeal to Julien, and she had sent it before giving it due consideration. She placed the thought in a queue for later review. Cordelia sent.
Z agreed enthusiastically.
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After Julien and his compatriots had gathered sufficient information, he requested a conversation with Alex.