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voices. He folded his arms over his chest and waited for them to address him. On the surface, it sounded like they agreed the Behemoth needed to go with the Kielans. He wondered what was left for them to debate.
                  “Hold on,” Daniel lifted his hand. “What do you think, Gray? You’ve been spending a lot of time with the alien. Do you believe them?”
                  Clea devoted years of her life to helping humanity and the top brass still considered her the alien . He gritted his teeth for a moment to avoid saying something, then cleared his throat. “Yes, I trust them completely. Clea has proven to be nothing short of a miracle worker and she’s put our safety before her own many times, hell…she put our culture before her own by coming here. They’re the good guys, sir.”
                  Daniel nodded. “And do you feel your crew is up to the task?”
                  “If the facility is as secluded as they say, of course. It’ll be a cakewalk.” Gray frowned. “But my experience tells me nothing is as easy as someone makes it sound. Even so, if we encounter resistance with one of their own ships, then we can take the opposition. These guys have a lot more experience fighting the opponents than we do. I’d love some pointers.”
                  Another council member spoke up, a new one Gray hadn’t met yet. Her gray hair was bound up in a tight bun and her craggy face spoke of a hard life. “We’ll leverage their technical expertise to finish our own vessel and if they truly want to take the Tam’Dral’s woes off our plate, I’d let them.”
                  “Anyone against this?” Daniel asked the others. Marshall Jameson spoke up.
                  “Yes, I have a big problem with sending our defending ship, the one we control off to some…other solar system for six weeks! God knows how far it is or how long they’ll be gone.” Jameson shook his head. “This isn’t something we want to do.”
                  “How’re we going to finish the other ship then?” Marquel stepped in. “They’ve helped us before and I sincerely doubt they’d come back here to make demands or not follow through on promises. Hell, they’re the reason we’re still alive. It seems pretty disingenuous if we snub them now.”
                  Jameson waved his hand. “They dropped off a single alien and some tech specs. The rest we handled ourselves. They’ve practically done nothing for us at all.”
                  “You can’t argue that their assistance was instrumental in getting the Behemoth combat ready again,” Gray said. “Their pulse technology alone made a huge difference.”
                  “You’re rather sympathetic for a mysterious race, Captain.” Jameson scowled. “You don’t know what they’re capable of. When you’re gone, they may decide we’re a valuable resource, our planet could be strip mined or perhaps something might come up, an emergency pulling them away. We’d be defenseless.”
                  “Don’t make this about Gray,” Daniel said. “We gave him command of the Behemoth because he’s got an open mind, we’re not going to give him a hard time about it now.”
                  “Besides, you’re being a fatalist,” Marquel added. “We’ve never once received a hint that the alliance would treat us in such a way. They’ve been nothing but generous. Why would they suddenly, out of the blue, decide to betray us like that?”
                  Elizabeth cleared her throat, finally contributing to the conversation, “ultimately, we have to weigh the pros and cons here. On the positive side, we gain the tech we need and help with the Tam’Dral. Those folks are in pretty serious need and let’s be honest, we’re not in a position to do it. Also, admittance into the alliance will