Gods damn it, I think I just shot her keffing pet. I put my blaster away, tucking it back into its holster as the strange, nearly naked woman sobs over the furry herbivore. I’m disgusted that I overreacted. Now that I have a moment to catch my breath, I realize that the thing is a four-legged plant eater, shaggy, ugly, but harmless. I just saw it charging toward us and reacted like a soldier. But I’m not a soldier any longer, and I keffed up. Bad. The woman sobs over her pet, stroking its nose as the creature wheezes its final breaths.
