From Furies Forged (Free Fleet Book 5) Read Online Free

said.
                  "While we've had never ending battles,” Cheerleader growled.
                  Boot gave an emphatic sigh.
                  "Well we're stronger than we've ever been before,” he said, pointedly looking at the part of the screen that showed the tactical overlay of the system. They both commanded nearly a hundred ships a piece. Not including the shuttles, MEF's, bombers and Jump ships which were busy moving between ships or doing training exercises.
                  "That is true. It’s hard to think that we had less than twenty ships when this whole thing started off,” Cheerleader remarked.
                  "Yeah and all of them were barely damned well working after their time with the Syndicate,” Boot growled. He'd done more time in engineering than most commanders. When you have a ship that’s running like crap, having the Ship Commander down in the guts of the ship instead of looking pretty on the bridge was the way it should be. 
                  "Though that's not even an advantage.” Cheerleader took a sip from her water tube, frustrated with the whole thing. 
                  "Our people our are advantage,” Boot said, looking to her.
                  "I'm happy that Salchar made sure people wouldn’t be cutting corners just to get more bodies in the Fleet,” she said by way of agreement.
                  Training varied from four months up to a full year. Thankfully the tiered process of joining the Free Fleet meant that people already trained with using a space suit didn't need to go through it again. If someone was proficient with something, then they jumped through courses. It cut down on overall training and got to working on the things they really needed to know. When they got to their ships their own commanders and leaders would only add to the solid base the trainers had established. There were old and veteran hands throughout the fleet. With every battle those veterans grew in number and understood how vital their lessons had been.
                  "I heard that the first of the Fleet's kids are going to be completing training soon,” Cheerleader said, she had been managing the integration of fourteen ships, into the fleet. While getting her command staff sorted out on the Mondal and getting to know the ship as well as she had her last command.
                  “Yeah, there's about five regiments finishing their training down The Corridor,” he said referring to the region from Parnmal through AIH and Chaleel to Earth. “It’s going to be one hell of a learning curve for them,” Boot's voice sober, his eyes distant.
                  Makes sense, they're going to be replacing the dead and wounded of Heija. Cheerleader's eyes saw the images and videos that had come back from Heija, the ones that the Fleet hadn't revealed to news outlets.
                  Hell looked like a paradise compared to what that rear-guard had gone through to gain Salchar the time to come up with a plan, and move reinforcements to the planet. It had been only possible to carry out his plan by tricking Edvasho into confronting Lifendi and Lady Fairgate at Rosho station.
                  If Min Hae hadn't come up with that plan with Ashota's help. The war would be looking a hell of a lot different. A shiver ran down her back.
                  Salchar and the ships that were already on their way back to Parnmal were battered and torn apart. A number of them would need time in Parnmal's docks before they were able to rejoin the fight.
                  Cheerleader wished that those repairs would take some time, giving those veterans the time they needed to recover from their losses and inner pain.
                  Salchar had recruited a ton of psychologists from Earth and their equivalent from every race under his