CHAPTER 272876 Fourth Moon, Tretan Shuttle
The air smelled like a cold spring. Maybe with snow coming. It was wet, having rained earlier in the day and the ground squelched beneath Muriel’s boots with each bouncing step. Pilot had seen them all outfitted with suitable gear. Dyami had gone without most of the gear that the others carried, except that he had two new belts that crossed his chest and a pair of matching axes—although in his hands they looked more like hatchets.
Muriel had a Lottier 65 strapped to her hip. The nanoparalyzers wouldn’t be coded to specific species, but the general settings worked for most organisms. There were only so many ways that nerves worked to conduct signals. Physics, as much as biology. With samples of the native fauna Pilot assured her that the weapon c
