“Rhodes, am I being thanked or arrested here? I’m getting some mixed messages from the crowd here.”
Dahlia turned to the lieutenant, standing out of the way in a corner of the conference room. A parade of colonial officers had been streaming in and out, bringing new datapads and whispered messages. Meanwhile, Dahlia had been kept waiting, seated at the center of the activity, for nearly an hour. Bored out of her mind, she’d have been secretly chatting with Pepper and scanning planetary extranet activity...if they let her put her helmet back on. While the officers accepted that they could not get Dahlia to remove her armor, they forced her to keep the helmet on the broad table running the length of the conference room.
When the ships of the colonial patrol fleets returned from Prospect, the pirate flotilla beat a hasty retreat - even though Dahlia preferred to believe it was her siege of the command carrier