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Of course, your dad was <span class="mu-i">lucky</span>. He grew up in war filled times; in a <span class="mu-i">lucky</span> generation. The riots on Casliaa with the rebel Casliaans fighting the occupation; the battles with pirates in the Great Sea Nebula... plenty of opportunity for a young man to earn his stripes. You'll have no such luck, you figure.
However, breaking you out of this self pitying stupor is your friend, and very slightly superior officer; <span class="mu-s">Jabs</span>. He's the Chief Petty Officer on this deck of the ship.
“Come on Peeks- I got something to show you!”
You don't really want to deny a superior officer- even someone with as little clout as <span class="mu-i">Jabs</span>. Still, you are a bit worried. You're on a research ship; a man can get court martialed or ten lashes just for <span class="mu-i">stepping</span> into the wrong room.
<span class="mu-r">”I dunno about this, Jabs -Sir.”</span>
“Oh come on, you aren't doing anything important anyway! And knock it off with the “Sir” thing, I barely outrank you! Come on, let me show you the freakshow-”
<span class="mu-r">”...Wow, these guys do look weird. Why do we even bother with abduction missions?”</span>
“You know, bioweapons. But check out this weird blue one in the middle. It's really weird. This is really cutting edge stuff here, this gene sequencer? Check out what it says-”
<span class="mu-r">”Huh, that's weird, it's like this alien is missing 10% of its genome.”</span>
“No no, that's because it's the DNA from a different species. In other words, a hybrid!”
<span class="mu-r">”Woah, an alien hybrid? Has anyone ever found a hybrid like that before?”</span>
“No, they haven't Peeks. And you know what that means? Our ship and <span class="mu-i">crew</span> are the first. You know what I'm thinking?”
<span class="mu-r">”...! Promotions?!”</span>
“Hell yeah! You're gonna be wearing one of these too real soon bud, just wait and see!”
