He barked an order intohis helmet mike, and barreled back into the scrub, Tain Faronya besidehim. 32The reality generators, in a coincidence of factors, had brought forthagainst the Lok-Sanu Range a desert storm, a rain of rains to rend thenight, drowning and nurturing, carving and smoothing. They reminded him a bitof the art he'd admired in the cantina in Oldu Tez-Boag. ***Tain Faronya had found a good angle, where she could see the gunshipfloat into the gate.
Which is not okay, especially for a platoon leader. There were rectangularfields and pastured hills, with woods on steeper slopes, along the largerstreams, and around some of the lakes. The question was rhetorical. Though he would miss Lotta Alsnor,should she die.
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