Ignited Minds.

[Omi]

Glowering at the Grand Maréchal, Lucie searched his face for any signs that he might be lying. Finding none, she nodded in satisfaction. Ansel was either right, or believed he was right. One of those was preferable, certainly, but she at least had faith that the man opposite her knew how to gauge the strengths of his fleets.
"Good," she replied, stabbing her cigar into the ashtray as well, putting an end to its short life. "That's all I ask. If events become more - shall we say - complicated, I want to know that Gallia will be able to defend herself adequately against these - things."

There was a brief, somewhat awkward pause as Lucie - uncharacteristically - fumbled for words.
"They unnerve me." she muttered. "I suppose I hardly need to say it, but I do not trust them, not for one minute. I see their value, however."
Frowning, the General reasserted herself.
"I do not know if that can be said for the rest of our pilots. I fear that your mandate of non-aggression is all that holds back our forces each time they make an appearance."

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