The war room emptied, the holographic star map winking out. The decision was made. Now came the preparation.
Lucian didn't say another word. He just turned and walked out, his footsteps echoing with a finality that made the others exchange uneasy glances. He headed straight for the Citadel's armory, a place that felt more like home to him than any quarters ever had.
The armory was a cavernous space, lined with racks of standardized combat gear and specialized weaponry. But in a sealed vault at the back, lit by a single overhead spot, was his gear.
