Raxstad has to put a fellow Nobek in his place.
The hatch of the troop transport shuttle opened, and the line of soldiers began to file off. Raxstad ignored the air of anticipation that hung over the young Nobeks to deal with Magral’s jumping at the last chance to antagonize him.
“Is your family here to greet you?” Raxstad’s tone was flat, as unimpressed as his expression.
“Yeah, they are. It would be nice to toss your ugly carcass in front of them as a trophy if you don’t move out of my way.” Magral flexed his fingers, and his joints popped.
“Or they could watch you be stretchered to the base’s brig, where you’d be stuck for six months. Six extra months, pal, for starting a fight on the transport when we’re two minutes from finishing our tour. And a disorderly discharge. Not to mention having to suck your food through a straw for the rest of your miserable life. Still want to cut in front of me?”
Releasing mid-January 2022
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