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Not proof of Consortium leadership.

Worse.

Proof of porous systems.

Contractors.

Medical transport.

Commercial registries.

People who could purchase access without ever wearing a Sargan uniform.

Orvan leaned back.

“Commander, let us be practical.”

“I am.”

“Your dreadnoughts require repair facilities.”

“Yes.”

“Fuel rights.”

“Yes.”

“Navigation certification.”

“Yes.”

“Insurance recognition for commercial contracts.”

Pyrr made a quiet sound beside me.

Orvan continued.

“The Consortium can suspend all four.”

Not a threat.

A list.

“On what grounds?”

“Unregistered military operation.”

“We are registered under Haloran mercenary law.”

“Halor is one jurisdiction.”

“And?”

“Your access to Consortium-aligned ports could become difficult.”

“Difficult.”

“Expensive.”