| Target Practice 27 June 2008 Microfic: First Encounters |
Orders were orders.
Junior Cadet Sun focused on staying in formation, not her dismay that flight training had been
cancelled, replaced by a mysterious assembly of junior cadets.
They filed into the hangar bay at quick-cadence, spreading out into a single rank in accordance
with the hand signals from a senior officer stationed near the doorway.
Across from them stood an individual. Not a sebacean.
The peculiar creature was predominantly blue, clearly male, was seeping whitish blood from several
wounds, and was clearly defiant.
“Squad, ready arms!” an officer called. Weapons snapped into place with a single staccato clatter.
“Fire!”
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Junior Cadet Sun focused on staying in formation, not her dismay that flight training had been
cancelled, replaced by a mysterious assembly of junior cadets.
They filed into the hangar bay at quick-cadence, spreading out into a single rank in accordance
with the hand signals from a senior officer stationed near the doorway.
Across from them stood an individual. Not a sebacean.
The peculiar creature was predominantly blue, clearly male, was seeping whitish blood from several
wounds, and was clearly defiant.
“Squad, ready arms!” an officer called. Weapons snapped into place with a single staccato clatter.
“Fire!”
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