05-25-2015, 06:41 AM
Costanzo led Han-jae to the elevators, which they rode up to the medical bay. "It's sort of ironic," he began. "After analyzing all the data from soldiers and breeders, the computer usually provides a list of five potential breeders matched for one soldier; mostly in case the first one or two breeders are already pregnant. The top match on your list, well... I heard about what happened yesterday with Piras." They walked down the pristine white hallway together, passing by windows looking into rooms with either wounded soldiers or ill breeders. Contamination cases were handled downstairs, but standard medical attention was given on this particular upper floor. "It's a shame what happened to Warrant Officer Briggs. It's an even bigger shame what happened to Piras."
Costanzo stopped in front of a room where he looked through the window at the young man sleeping in the bed. Piras' black hair was in it usual braid with its unmistakable white streak. Even more noticeable was his lack of a swollen belly, the sheets laying flat across his torso. "You'll be starting from scratch with him."
Costanzo stopped in front of a room where he looked through the window at the young man sleeping in the bed. Piras' black hair was in it usual braid with its unmistakable white streak. Even more noticeable was his lack of a swollen belly, the sheets laying flat across his torso. "You'll be starting from scratch with him."
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly.