"And you, Brun Abo,” she continued scorchingly to the Jovian, “you fled from Jupiter and became an outlaw to escape Trask's tyranny. So did nearly all you other outer-planet men. Now is your chance to strike back at the dictator who enslaved the outer worlds, and now is trying to enslave the inner ones also!"
"That's all very well, Lana,” grumbled Brun Abo. “But I still don't see why we should fight for the Alliance."
"Aye,” called a Venusian pirate. “Let's do any fighting we do for ourselves."
"You will be fighting for yourselves!” Lana flared. “You'll be fighting to establish in the Zone the new, independent world I've dreamed so long of establishing here."
Lana went on to tell them of her cherished dream of making an independent world of the Zone, that might be a refuge to all the oppressed of the system, in the future.
"That's what you'll be fighting for!” she finished fierily. “For if Haskell Trask wins and dominates the whole system, that dream can never be realized. But if the Alliance wins, they'll help us establish our world here, from gratitude!"
The Companions’ eyes were shining now as they listened. Lana's plan, revealed to them for the first time, had fired them with excited enthusiasm.
"We follow you then, Lana!” they yelled.
"Ah, now you're talking like true Companions,” cackled old Stilicho Keene.
"All ships prepare to blast off with full crews!” Lana's voice rang. “We'll need every man. Trask must have a heavy force of cruisers and men on the moon."