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 And here he was.
Because the Krai government wanted more Krai in top military
positions.
Torin glanced over at the general and thought of a few more things
to call him.


They folded into Susumi space early evening ship's time when the
last two members of the recon team finally arrived. According to the
data on the desk in Torin's small office, the twelve Marines had been
detached from as many different units for security reasons. A decision
had been made at the highest levels to keep the media away from the
alien vessel and individual Marines moving about the Sector were
deemed a lot less noticeable than a squad taken from one location.
From a combat perspective, it was inefficient, but Torin couldn't
fault the security reasoning. She only hoped they'd be spending enough
time in Susumi space to make the word team relevant. Even with
specialized training in common, it was going to take a while to shake
three different species and twelve different personalities into a
smoothly functioning unit.
Although there'd be common ground the moment they knew who
was commanding.
Might as well get it over with.


"That was Staff Sergeant Kerr giving us a ten minute warning,"
Corporal di'Marken Nivry announced, upper body leaning through the
hatch. "She wants us all. You two better get some clothes on and get in
here."
The two dripping Marines on the shower platform exchanged
glances as identical as Human and Krai physiognomy allowed.
"Briefing's tomorrow morning," Werst growled, turning the air jets
on. "She can't wait?"
"She doesn't have to," Nivry reminded him and disappeared.
Lifting both heavily muscled arms over his head, Werst turned and
scowled at the man standing next to him. "What?"
August Guimond scrubbed his fingers through the maximum
amount of thick blond hair the Corps allowed, smiling broadly. "She
was checking out my package."
 "Dirsrick anbol sa serrik tanayn."
"That's Krai, isn't it?" Guimond turned off the air and stepped down.
"What does it mean?"
"Roughly: who the fuk cares."


Torin glanced around the compartment. Five di'Taykan, five
Humans, two Krai—pretty much the usual split for the Corps. The
engineers, Lance Corporal Danny Johnston and Corporal Heer, were
sitting together, slates out. The two highest caste of the five
di'Taykan—Privates First Class di'Por Huilin and di'Wen Jynett—