Sambor, Transport Station 345, Prillon Prime
Sambor, Transport Station 345, Prillon Prime
“I don’t like leaving her,” I grumbled. Again. “Especially after last night.”
I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the room crowded with a fighter squad armed and ready to transport to a battlegroup. Others, like us, waited to transport to their latest mission or destination. While I was back in my armor, prepared for battle, I wasn’t going off to fight the Hive. I followed Niklas, and today we were to accompany Prime Nial’s second, Lord Ander, to another security briefing hosted by one of my least favorite Prillon Warriors, Dr. Helion.
Niklas wore his usual ambassador attire. It wasn’t an official uniform, especially not one of the Coalition, but his black pants and navy tunic indicated he wa
