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Chapters (19)
  1. CHAPTER ONE    COLUMBUS DAY
  2. CHAPTER TWO    DEPLOYMENT
  3. CHAPTER THREE     CAMP ALPHA
  4. CHAPTER FOUR    PARADISE
  5. CHAPTER FIVE    INTEL
  6. CHAPTER SIX    FORT ARROW
  7. CHAPTER SEVEN    COLONEL
  8. CHAPTER EIGHT    PLANTING POTATOES
  9. CHAPTER NINE    JAIL
  10. CHAPTER TEN    SKIPPY
  11. CHAPTER ELEVEN    AWAY BOARDERS
  12. CHAPTER TWELVE    MERRY BAND OF PIRATES
  13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN    FLYING DUTCHMAN
  14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN    SPACE SUITS
  15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN    RAID
  16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN    HOME
  17. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN    IDLE HANDS
  18. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN    TICKING CLOCK
  19. CHAPTER NINETEEN    OUTBOUND

The ceremony wasn't much, we marched into a large room with Kristang seated along both sides, and high-ranking Kristang on a raised dais at the far end. It was my first time ever meeting a Kristang in person, and I was intimidated. They were all taller than the average human, bulky and muscled, and their default expression seemed to be a fierce scowl. For all I knew, that was their version of a friendly smile. Oh, and one word about how the Kristang objected to how humans smelled; they could have used an air freshener in the station. Being in a room, even a large room, with a hundred or so Kristang, had a dry, leathery smell, with an undertone of something like day-old sweat.

My part was a brief rehearsed speech that had been written for me, Lt Reynolds told me the Kristang had demanded to review and approve my remarks in advance. My speech, delivered in English and translated by zPhone, was appropriately warlike and bloodthirsty. After I stepped back, Lt Colonel Chang stepped forward, and made a brief speech similar to mine. While Chang was talking, my eyes wandered around the crowd. Most of the Kristang looked bored, even slightly disgusted. They were sitting stone-faced, or staring at the ceiling, or checking messages or playing games on their zPhones. I could sympathize, the Kristang seated along the sides of the room had been voluntold to attend the ceremony, all they wanted was for it to be over. It was like being in a roomful of human teenagers. Seeing the bored, unimpressed Kristang told me how unimportant I was, they truly couldn't care about what I'd done, whether I got promoted, or whether I survived the shuttle ride back to Paradise. When Chang was done speaking, a Kristang handed a box to General Meers. Meers took gold ribbons out of the box and pinned them to our uniforms. One of the Kristang on the dais stood up, saluted us, and Chang and I returned the salute. And it was over. Meers and the officers who were of actual importance stayed for discussions with the Kristang, while Chang and I were handed off to a Kristang who was openly resentful of babysitting two lowly humans.