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“Wake,” Abeni’s low, urgent voice whispered.
Ash’s eyes opened and he nodded. He was fortunate he was one of those who woke alert. It had been a necessity both in his career in the Navy and on the Gliese. He turned his head and noticed the pallet next to him was empty. Hell, he must have been more tired than he thought for everyone but him to be already moving. Rolling to his feet, he ran a hand over his hair and down his face before dropping it.
Noma was quietly collecting items and putting them into a bag. Kella was coming out of the bathroom, and Abeni moved to roll up his pallet. Abeni murmured something to Noma in the Torrian language. Ash only caught the word hurry.
“What is it?” Ash asked.
“The Legion forces are searching each home,” Abeni replied.
“Director Andronikos’ for
