Istara had spent the last year learning how to be an officer. At least that's how she thought of it. She'd already known how to be a spy and a slicer -- she'd been doing that for years. Translating skills learned in low-level hardware hacking and improving her own equipment to starships and weapons and armor had come easier than she'd thought. Learning strategy and tactics and how to command was harder. She'd studied data discs, played war games, and talked shop with her fellow officers. And over the year she'd realized that though this wasn't what she was trained for, she was
good at it.
"Well, how would you all like to join Kandorian Heavy Industries?" Istara asked.
"We ought to have an office here; I'd like to tell you that my father's support for the Alliance was pure altruism, and some of it is, but he wasn't paying all that much attention until we lost a few contracts for missiles and turbolasers where we were the low bidder. Seinar still subcontracts some things to us, though. They don't work quite as well as they should..." 
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