"Tanya Huff - Valor 2 - The Better Part of Valor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Huff Tanya)

"Good. Form up in the passageway at 0830. I'll see you then." She
paused, one hand on the hatch, and turned back to the room. "Private
Orla."
 "Staff?" The young di'Taykan looked startled to be singled out.
"I'm sorry to hear about your thytrin. For what it's worth, I expect
your contact with the captain will be minimal." When Orla nodded,
Torin stepped out of the compartment and closed the hatch behind her.
"You told them?"
Torin pivoted on a heel, just barely resisting an urge to ask
Lieutenant Stedrin why he was lurking about the enlisted
compartments. "Yes, sir. I did."
"Why?" The question held equal parts curiosity and challenge.
"If they found out about Captain Travik tomorrow at the briefing,
that's all they would have found out.
Now, it'll be old news, already dealt with, and they'll be able to
concentrate on information that might keep them alive."
"I doubt the briefing will be that dangerous, Staff Sergeant. Good
night."
"Good night, sir." Torin watched until the lieu-tenant turned the
corner, trying to decide if he had the sector's driest delivery or the
Corps' worst grasp of tactics.


"You've been pretty quiet, Werst," Guimond observed as the horror
stories and complaints began to die down. "What do you think about
serving under Captain Travik?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I just..."
"You think because I'm Krai, I'm going to defend him?"
"No, I..."
"I think he's a grandstanding asshole at best and a murdering asshole
at worst, but we won't be dealing with him." Werst scowled into the
depths of his sah.
"We'll be dealing with Staff Sergeant Kerr. He's her problem."
"Okay." Guimond grinned. "What do you think of her?"
Werst shrugged. "Chrick."
"What don't you find edible?" Ken Tsui demanded getting himself
another beer.
"She's not recon."
 "She was. She started out Fifth Re'carta, First Battalion, Recon.
Went in half a dozen times, got wounded, made corporal, got
transferred. What?"
Nivry demanded of the room as whole. "I looked her up." The
corporal held up her slate. "It’s all in the attachment's database. You
can bet she's downloaded everything in there on us."
No one took the bet.
"I heard the general picked her personally," Johnston offered,
scratching at the faint shadow of whiskers across his chin.
"And we were randomly generated?" Nivry snorted. "With the
whole sector to choose this team from, they'd have picked the best."