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“Commander Grayson,” she said to her executive officer. “How may I help you?”
Grayson started to splutter, but she raised her hand to shut him up and met his gaze calmly.
“It depends on what he’s doing with them,” he replied. Further discussion was interrupted by an alarm triggering on his wrist computer. “This is Montgomery,” he answered crisply. “My lord, we need you on the bridge immediately.”
“I speak for Mars,” Damien thundered, raising his voice for the first time and watching the Governor flinch backwards. “I am the Hand of the Mage-King, and I will do whatever I must to stop this war. I speak for Mars,” he repeated. “Will you listen?”
“Perspective,” Damien admitted. “You know why you were asked to help me, right? I know His Majesty called in a pretty significant favor to get you on my staff.” “Not as big as you might think,” the older man told him. “Early retirement was boring me out of my skull. But… Desmond said that the runes you could use as a Rune Wright made you the most powerful Mage he’d ever trained, but you were also one of the youngest to ever carry a Hand. He wanted you to have someone with more gray in their hair to back you up. And someone with more experience in the down and dirty of politics.”

