In any other organization, this place would be called the War Room. A ring-shaped walkway of black tiles overlooked a pit where technicians in gray uniforms scurried back and forth in a frenzy. Control consoles placed in a circle smack dab in the middle of the pit were operated by even more technicians. Keepers called this the “Prep Room.” Jena would have preferred a more honest name, but in a display of typical Leyrian arrogance, her colleagues had embraced the idea that war was a dirty business, unworthy of anyone who carried a symbiont. Live on the Fringe for a while, she thought disdainfully. See if you still think it"s dirty when the Antaurans throw you into it.
Live on the Fringe for a while,See if you still think it"s dirty when the Antaurans throw you into it.This place should hav
