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There was one thing Ash could say about the Turbinta home world – it looked depressing. It was a gray planet from afar and it looked even darker gray closer up. It wasn’t until they were closer that he realized the gray swirling clouds were storms.
“It rains all but a few days each year,” Kella commented, staring down at the world where she grew up. It looked nothing like the one she sometimes dreamed about. “Even the trees are gray.”
“Lovely. No wonder people grow up there wanting to become killers. You know they have sun lamps for those who could use light therapy. It works wonders,” he replied sarcastically.
“Not everyone wants to be a killer, Ash. We do so out of survival. There are clans on Turbinta. Each clan competes against the others to provide the most skilled assassins,”
