“This is a war, Mr. Chairman!” Admiral Tria had never raised her voice to the leader of the Human Alliance before. Chairman Lee was stunned. He had only spoken directly with Tria on five occasions, and never before had they been at odds about an important issue. He hardly knew how to react. The passion and frustration on her face reminded him of the fierce determination that was evident in holos of her from earlier in her career, which he presently had sitting on his desk. He looked down at them as an excuse to look away and compose himself. The holo on top was taken when she was transferred to an exploratory vessel for disciplinary reasons. She was twenty-five, and appeared delicate. Her cadet ID, from several years earlier, lay just beneath that one. The Chairman had heard stories that the soldier who snapped that holo had laughed at her, told her that she would wash out in a few days. The Chairman smiled. Feeling more composed, he looked back up at the Admiral’s face on the screen. He let his smile show through to her, which only served to frustrate her further. He could tell that she had been about to expand on her previous comment, or maybe rehash her earlier explanations, but now she only raised a white eyebrow inquisitively, waiting for him to speak. The Chairman’s office was quiet. As he stood, he heard the tiny mechanical purr of the camera following his moves. He stepped around to the front of his desk, and leaned back against it with a sigh. His arms folded. “No, Admiral Tria,” he said simply, “this is not a war.”
“This is a war, Mr. Chairman!” Admiral Tria had never raised her voice to the leader of the Human Alliance before. Chairman Lee was stunned. He had only spoken directly with Tria on five occasions, and never before had they been at odds about an important issue. He hardly knew how to react. The passion and frustration on her face reminded him of the fierce determination that was evident in holos of her from earlier in her career, which he presently had sitting on his desk. He looked down at them as an excuse to look away and compose himself. The holo on top was taken when she was transferred to an exploratory vessel for disciplinary reasons. She was twenty-five, and appeared delicate. Her cadet ID, from several years earlier, lay just beneath that one. The Chairman had heard stories that the soldier who snapped that holo had laughed at her, told her that she would wash out in a few days. The Chairman smiled. Feeling more composed, he looked back up at the Admiral’s face on the screen. He let his smile show through to her, which only served to frustrate her further. He could tell that she had been about to expand on her previous comment, or maybe rehash her earlier explanations, but now she only raised a white eyebrow inquisitively, waiting for him to speak. The Chairman’s office was quiet. As he stood, he heard the tiny mechanical purr of the camera following his moves. He stepped around to the front of his desk, and leaned back against it with a sigh. His arms folded. “No, Admiral Tria,” he said simply, “this is not a war.”