Order of the Centurion (Order of the Centurion, #1)

by Jason Anspach

It was something that Berlin should absolutely have known. It was covered in his Legion training. Covered again during patrol protocols upon arrival on Psydon. In fact, it was common knowledge for anyone holding the rank of private and above. The only ones on Psydon who didn’t know were probably the points.

Ranks didn’t always carry the same weight from the other branches to the Legion. You had to earn your respect from a leej. That was something all sides were aware of, and that the Republic armed forces bristled over. It wasn’t unheard of for a leej to tell a Republic Army general where to stuff it. And so long as the general was relying on those leejes to complete his objective… he couldn’t do sket about it. But Subs was a different breed—a unique case. No one on Hitchcock actually needed him; he was ornamentation. So yeah, he was respectful to Garcia.

The plan was for a few preselected marines to go down in the fight, feigning that they’d been hit. But the doros had come on so thick that Wash had feared they might not have to pretend. “Did anyone die who wasn’t supposed to? Speak up now if you did.” This was met with a morbid chuckle from a few of the men.