Then she pauses.
Something has occurred to her.
"Why," she says aloud, "are there people on the ships? We can take control of them remotely. Why aren't they unmanned drones set up for remote control for a computer or a larger group of Sol-orbiting remote pilots to handle?"
She thinks.
"To land," she speculates finally. "Colonies. We're gonna wipe out the buggers and take all their stuff."
"If it's not that, then the I.F. are such amoral idiots that I might puke the next time I see a grownup," says Aegis frankly.
If we win this thing they'll probably make us all admirals and give us desk jobs and then I will fuck some shit up.
"Can you link up Ahmed? I want to see if he's up for talking to Rackham about buggers for us," says Aegis.
Aegis names others to link up and inform, one at a time.
"I wonder why they only gave us six," Aegis murmurs when they're through. "I wonder why only two are yours. You had more toon leaders than that, they worked with you fine."
"Well, you could speculate. Is there something special about those two?"
"For mine they picked the smartest Medusa and the toon leader with the most transferable specialties," muses Aegis.
"I guess they didn't want to damage unit cohesion but they couldn't get you in without me so I don't count," muses Aegis. "Or they just don't think I'll countermand you - or they think it doesn't matter since they gave me the button anyway."
"Not in the mood to play guess-the-intention-behind-this-command-