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“I copy that, Captain’s been pissing everyone off again. Situation normal, we are good to go.”
“Parren aren’t chah’nas, they don’t bluster. They calculate. Even the fringe loonies like Aristan are clever as hell. These guys are up to something.”
When they came, they’d have dozens of ships, and would be very, very angry. House Fortitude, unlike House Harmony, had a reputation for letting their feelings show.
The joke was that the United Forces marines’ stomachs had discovered more rare and unusual creatures than all the human scientists put together. “It wasn’t rare!” Melidu recited the standard joke. “It was well done!”
The initial phase of handling major ship damage was remarkably low-tech, something marines understood well, given how much of their supposedly high-tech job devolved into sweating and lifting the moment anything went wrong.
Rule of thumb on a warship said that in a truly desperate situation, if the captain didn’t put people in Medbay, he wasn’t trying hard enough.
“There’s a reason no one fucks with parren. If they ever got their act together, and stopped fighting each other long enough to team up, a lot of neighbours would get nervous.”
don’t look too far ahead, just solve the next problem, then the next, then the next. Eventually you’ll either run out of problems, or one of them will kill you. In either case, a solution.
It was a weapon only a human could love, Trace supposed — practical and vicious, designed as much for hacking animal carcasses as killing people.
“So you’d ideally like me not to do any combat manoeuvres in combat.” “That would be perfect, yes Captain.”
The history lesson is that it looks like there were tavalai, parren, even some chah’nas, all fighting with the drysines, if you can believe that. It wasn’t just Drakhil and the Tahrae, it was lots of them.”
