"We have every right to ask for justice from the Conglomerate," Miri said, after taking a brief moment to compose herself. She'd been in the General's office before, times when she'd been looking for her Grandfather, but never had she had so many eyes on her when speaking. "The Word says that there is a time for everything. A season. Enough people have died. It is time for our people, all of the Exiled, to stand up and be counted as equals. Not out of charity, a need to show how benevolent they are to the other species in the galaxy. Our ancestors were forcibly removed from their home and cast into the stars for no other reason than they were a different race...or they had a different set of beliefs, some religious and others political. Every nation on earth had people cast out. We should longer be denied the rights of full citizens."
The room was quiet for a moment after she'd come to the end.
"She makes sense, Levi," Marcus commented.
"Yes, she does." Levi drew a deep breath. He gave her a comforting smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Miri, did you need something? Surely you weren't just passing by?"
"I was just looking for Marc. Byrin needs him."
"I wonder what for?" Marcus mused aloud. "I'll be on my way then."
Levi straightened as the doctor left the room. "Miri do you have time to run a quick errand?"
"I have a moment, but not long."
"Good, run and find Seth. Tell him to assemble the Elder Council in an hour." He saw the surprise in her eyes as she nodded. He suppressed his urge to chuckle. After she had spun around, her chestnut brown hair trailing behind her loose from it's braid, he turned to his friend. "In the meantime, Archie, you and I are going to talk legalities."
"We'll need Freeman then." The general rose to his feet, still shaky. "That's his area of expertise. I'll get him."
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