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“This is day one of your training,” Modukai Sergeant Onaem tells us from behind a wooden desk. “In about a week, your training will be completed. Don’t ask us when it will be; we don’t know. If the government decides that it needs troops now, then we could deploy as early as tomorrow.”
Three more Modukai Sergeants sit next to Onaem and shuffle through holographic paperwork on desks of their own. Onaem is the only person in authority with a five o’ clock shadow, and his dark blue bangs hang over a set of grey, piercing eyes. To his left is Modai Sergeant Kusinon, and Modai Sergeants Vladik and Bach begin glaring at the remaining four hundred and ten of us. Above Onaem’s head, a green, plexiglass screen emits holographic code sequences that vanish and then reappear to me
