Prologue – I – II – III – IV – V – VI – VII – VIII – IX – X – XI – XII – XIII – Epilogue

Note: This chapter of Platoon XIII contains language which some readers may find offensive. I would like to point out that the characters portrayed in this fiction are soldiers and their use of language will reflect their social situation. So any foul language that you come across, please do remember that it is used in context and appropriately. If this still bothers you, don’t read on. Thank you.

“You idiot child! Get it right or I’ll feed you to the hounds!” The voice rang with scorn and derision as the blows landed around his head and back. He scrabbled to pick up the broken glass which had apparently contained imperfect chilled Azor Tea. His ears rang as a rough Amarrian hand caught him on the side of his head.

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