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. Around the table, expressions went from startled to amazed to baffled.
"This is not a drill," Dixter continued. "I repeat, not a drill. You will immediately relay the order for the implementation of this operation to all ships and units under your command. I--"
Admiral Krylyn, commanding the Komos Sector, interrapted. "What the hell's going on, John? I've got some of my ships on a pretty dangerous mission into Corasia and I can't just--"
"I'm sorry, Souchmak." Dixter gave a small shrug. "No exceptions."
Several others started to speak, to ask questions, to protest. Dixter cut them off. "One final command will be issued from HQ within the next thirty minutes. You have your orders. Transmission closed."
The images winked out, leaving behind an odd, empty impression.
Dixter sat in the conference chair, staring at the table. Tusk looked at him worriedly.
"Are you feeling all right, sir? Maybe you should go lie down. Or get something to eat."
"I'm fine," Dixter said, grimacing. "I've got to go report this to His Majesty."
"Before you leave, sir, remember that I'm the new kid on the block. This one wasn't covered in any of the manuals. What is Operation Macbeth?"
"The plan was devised following the Ghost Legion incident, in order to handle similar incidents--a challenge to the crown or civil war. Such a disruption might mean that elements of the Royal Military could be in revolt
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