““He’s tech, he’s not a fukking tank,” Torin sighed, stopping Watura from dragging out one of the larger rocks. “You remove that and you’ll start another slide. Just make sure he can get his shoulders through; everything else is compactable.” Another time that would have been more than a di’Taykan could resist, but here and now none of them were comfortable enough around her to make the obvious comment. That didn’t bother her much although, to those used to serving with di’Taykan, the innuendo w...as conspicuous by its absence. Stomachs sloshing with water—the easiest way to carry another couple of liters—they went through: Krai, di’Taykan, Human, one representative of each species at a time. Facing the unexpected, it was smartest to have the strengths of all three species available as quickly as possible. Torin went through after the first three, an extra Human, safe enough to leave her people in the tunnels behind where she knew there was no threat, needing to be with those facing the unknown.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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