"It's a complication. The remaining New Republic forces have fallen back to Armonia." An aerial assault would be next to impossible without risking the reactor and the stockpile of alien weaponry hoarded in the capital. They'll need a new angle to work now that the cleanest sweep is no longer an option.

York blinks once, twice, and looks at Wash. "Am I a particularly compelling person or am I an asshole? Because I"m pretty sure I can't do shit like make people set aside their differences long enough to work together. If that was the case I'd have been a diplomat, not a soldier."