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Eighty one - IN SPACE
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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Don't tell me, let me guess", Herbert said disgustedly. "You signed on".
Jyro looked away. "No, not exactly"."But close".The human turned back. The tone was petulant. "So, what if I did? There was no other choice".The navigational computer would have sighed, had such a thing been possible. "I think the message is pretty clear: They found some Thraki, and the Hoon wants you to kill them"."Why me?" Jyro asked desperately. "The Hoon could kill them by himself"."It's a test", the Artificial Intelligence replied patiently, "to see what you will do".The better part of a minute passed while the human considered the matter. When he spoke, the words fell one at a time."So it's kill or be killed"."Essentially", Herbert replied."Unless..." Jyro said."Unless what?""Unless I could convert the Thraki, and convince the Hoon to accept them"."Dream on", the Artificial Intelligence said simply. "The Hoon is a computer, and computers don't change. IRelated chapters
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HALF BREED Eighty three - PLANET BYRON
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HALF BREED Eighty four - PLANET BYRON
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HALF BREED Eighty five - PLANET BYRON
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HALF BREED Eighty six - BUND ORON
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HALF BREED Eighty seven - BUND ORON
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HALF BREED Eighty eight - BUND ORON
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HALF BREED Eighty nine - EARTH (DIVIDED)
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HALF BREED Hundred Seventeen - THE END
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HALF BREED Hundred Sixteen - PLANET BYRON
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HALF BREED Hundred Fifteen - EARTH (DIVIDED)
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HALF BREED Hundred Fourteen - EARTH (DIVIDED)
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HALF BREED Hundred Thirteen - EARTH (DIVIDED)
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HALF BREED Hundred Twelve - EARTH (DIVIDED)
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HALF BREED Hundred Eleven - EARTH (DIVIDED)
Staff Sergeant Vista shouted, "Ten-hut!" Thousands of legionnaires crashed to attention, and Marco did likewise.Luton's voice boomed through the cavern's PA system. "At ease. We are gathered here to welcome a new commanding officer. Colonel Dooley Marco".An audible gasp was heard, servos whined, and Staff Sergeant Ward bellowed into the mike. "You are at ease! No talking. Corporal, take that soldier's name!"Nobody could tell who the sergeant had yelled at, and it didn't matter. What mattered was discipline, and it was intact.Luton continued, and as he spoke, Marco realized the comments were prerecorded. "Some of you are angry. You were betrayed by society, by the Independent Government, and now by me."Not because I doubt our ability to win, or the quality of our cause, but because we were wrong. If the a Legion is to be our country, it must be a just country, based on the rule of law and dedicated to more than its own survival".Luton paused, his v
HALF BREED Hundred Ten - EARTH (DIVIDED)
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HALF BREED Hundred Nine - EARTH (DIVIDED)
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