He swore the barrack's bunks were rife with bedbugs. None of the other soldiers ever complained like him. He snorted in frustration. Rounds were boring and tedious. Especially this early in the morning with no one around to talk to. Fortune smiled on Victol. He spied one of his comrades at the entrance to the shipyard. The well-toned young soldier with the light purple hue to his skin doubled-timed his steps down the base hall. "Hey Marlek, anything to report?" The grizzled, old warrior rubbed his bald head from back to front, seemingly unable to accept the loss of the epic battle with his hair early in life. He flashed the younger guard a narrow stare. "Are you serious Victol? Nothing ever happens out here or will ever happen out here." Fishing in his pocket, he paused to chew on a piece of dried Garnick tail. It had been last night's dinner. Some kind of indigenous mammal. The cook had guaranteed it was edible. Victol did not believe it. "We won't see any action now that we liberated this sector of space.
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