<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j77/wulfjaeger/___protector_of_time____by_vincentxyooj-d5lw1gq_zps59496fa9.png)</div><br/>Allia finally sat back in her seat.  Her hands and arms were shaking from having become so emotional about the point she had made.  Allia didn't want to see the family she had come to know and love torn apart because of what had happened, but it was really the Falcons who had put them in the situation.  She realized she had focused her ire towards the Falcons and not the clans.  At any other point in her life she would have clumped them all together into a single fiery hatred.  But it dawned on her that she was becoming a bit less bias towards<em>all</em>clanners.<br/><br/>She listened to Damian's points.  She knew he had done the math already.  She knew he had already run the numbers and weighed the options.  There were limited resources and they all knew if they didn't get things straight, they'd never leave the planet in one piece.  Kari and Damian had done a lot to keep those who have been with the company the longest and those who had been the most loyal tied to the company.  Allia had no reason to believe they wouldn't continue the effort.  Kari wasn't her father, but she did things her own way.  She listened and took everyone's opinions before making a decision.<br/><br/>"Well I think we all know that the numbers don't lie.  Damian is the one who's good with the numbers.  If this is the only way we get off this rock and back into the fight, then we do what we have to do.  Just promise me we'll get to return the favor to the Falcons some day."  She knew the chances of going up against the Falcons and coming out alive were slim, but it was a dream she had.