Raan could not remember ever seeing a Raknii holding the promise of this remarkable youngster. They sat within the masters quarters that had been assigned to Drik the day he had limped his battered squadron back, after he’d brilliantly managed to avoid the sinister Trakaan trap that had destroyed three entire Rak fleets. If Drik had not made extraordinary decisions, or had not possessed the incredible will to defy convention, the Raknii would still be completely in the dark concerning the cause of the catastrophe that was now coming to be known as Jarp’s Folly. Drik’s mind was a marvel. Perhaps that was why Drik was generally reviled amongst the many entrenched in orthodoxy, as they hadn’t had a truly innovative thought since they were mere cubs. They hadn’t needed any. They observed the forms, groveled before their superiors and fully expected groveling from their subordinates. They licked their superior master’s egos... and occasionally other tender areas, to gain advancement.
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