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Captain Varin Mordin, The Colony, Two Days EarlierThe stinging cold of transport faded, and I fell into a battle crouch.
“Clear the transport room! He’s not in control!” I shouted the warning even as my oldest friend, Thomar Arcas, bellowed with battle rage and leaped toward the transport officer.
Thank the gods two Atlan guards stood between the Viken officer and the contaminated warrior. In this state Thomar would kill without a second thought.
“The transport origin station said he was sedated!” the Viken yelled as I struggled to hold Thomar back with both arms wrapped around his waist.
“He was! I warned them this would happen. They didn’t f*****g listen.” Thomar was not in control. The collars we wore connected us, mind to mind, but with the chaos of our recent escape and multipl
