This had been the most trying of times. The fighting was over and the prisoners entombed. There was little else for a soldier to do to occupy the time remaining. Jakor was tired—a deep down tired from physical fatigue and mental anguish. There would be a black stain of guilt upon his race for wha...
Despite the gigabytes of stored data at his fingertips, he still preferred a printed copy over electronic information. There was something unnerving about reading facts and figures on a screen. However, his executive officer was content to keep her nose buried in her spreadsheets and word process...
