attempted to kill him.
Zhoh rubbed his primary hands together as he remembered killing Yuburack. The chitin claws grated against each other. The lieutenant had been the first being Zhoh had dispatched since being called up on review and his assignment to Makaum. He thought about that for a time, remembered the taste of Yuburack as heâd eaten his conquered foe. There was no greater satisfaction than excreting a vanquished opponent onto a dunghill. There was not enough combat on Makaum. Yet.
The Terran sergeant was a worthy foe. Sage had proven himself in battle against the DawnStar drug traffickers. The manâs bravery in standing up against Velesko Kos had been impressive. Soon, Zhoh knew, his and Sageâs paths would cross, and that would be the end of the sergeant. Zhoh trusted that.
However, Zhoh set his sights on a greater game. Perhaps General Rangha believed himself untouchable in his present position, too well dug in to be unseated by an ambitious underofficer because of his familyâs history. Zhoh didnât acknowledge that. Nor would he acknowledge that. A warrior made his own history, and lannig changed everything.
The submersibleâs command section held the four crewmen. The pilot and copilot, the navigator, and the comm officer occupied large chairs in the nose of the craft. Computer projections hung in the air before them and revealed the riverâs depth, width, and speed in various colors. They cruised at a depth of five meters below the surface and stayed ten meters above the river bottom.
Ranghaâs base of operations was well thought out. Zhoh conceded that. But it also left the general cut off from the main strength of the warriors. Rangha had not been visible at the legitimate Phrenorian enterprises the Makaum Quass had allowed. Zhoh believed a leader should always be front and center, leading his warriors into battle and spending time with them every day.
This was something Zhoh realized he shared with the Terran sergeant.
Despite his current situation, balanced precariously on a swordâs edge between command and contempt, Zhoh remained in front of his warriors. They knew who he was and what he stood for. In spite of his wifeâs fatherâs efforts to undermine his commandâÂand to have his life takenâÂZhoh had gained support when heâd stood up against the DawnStar bashhounds.
Zhoh enjoyed that memory, and he started planning how to build on that. He opened a comm link to the submersible commander. âCommander.â
âYes, Captain Zhoh?â
âHow long will our voyage last?â
âWeâll stay with the river for another three hours, Captain. Then weâll deliver you to a group of warriors who have overseen harvesting efforts in the jungle not far from the sprawl.â
âWhat will you do after you see to my delivery?â
âI canât tell you that, sir. Generalâs orders.â
Zhoh ignored the affront because he knew it didnât come from the man. He turned his thoughts to Rangha. Before he could form a plan of action, Zhoh needed more information about the general. He opened a private comm link to Mato Orayva, his second-Âin-Âcommand, and sent a ping.
Mato wasnât just a junior officer and eager for advancement through the ranks, he was also part of Zhohâs family spyrl. He was young and hungry, wishing to earn glory and advancement through bravery and battle. Getting sent to Makaum hadnât set well with him either. Like Zhoh, Mato believed he was destined for greater things. Zhoh knew that, properly counseled, Mato would reach his desired position.
Another warriorâs need to excel was a weapon in the hands of the right superior officer. Zhoh knew how to be that officer, and Rangha had made the situation easier by spilling his dislike of Zhoh over onto his second-Âin-Âcommand.
Before the comm connection was made, a warning light flared to life on the navigation
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