The confessions went on. No one even looked at her. Lieutenant Palal Seedia rose from the auditorium’s bottom tier on a single crutch. Chass hadn’t seen her, hadn’t recognized her in civilian garb instead of her flight suit. Her electronically enhanced voice reverberated through the room, distorted by echoes. “I executed a planet,” Seedia said. “I was part of Operation Cinder and I accept personal responsibility for the cleansing of Nacronis.”
