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"Cass, lift," Gillian said as she watched the men and women work on the Quonset huts.
Just ten more days. She had already received her new orders. Admiral Nichols had handed them to her personally. She was off to Mars, as was her squadron, to teach a group of scout ship pilots what she knew. One hundred scout ship pilots. Most of them from the NAD. The rest were from various other places around the globe. She would be here long enough to see Thesses and her people start working the land here. Saying good-bye would be hard, but she had other things to do now. The FOP fleet would soon be a fleet of exploration instead of a fleet of war. Not that they were disarming, but the mission was changing. Was it a change for the good? It would be hard to tell until they encountered the next alien race out among the stars.
The End...
Author's Note: This is last part of the Warrior One novella. There were to be at least two other stories, but I ran out of patience and decided to can them. One was about the AMV Chicago the other was more about the scout ships. I hope you enjoyed this story of mine. Thanks for reading.
