Chapter 10
Little grass grew on the field close to the Facility. Most of it was a dark, dusty black, grit under Selati’s sensitive scales. He had hated it the first time his vat mates were forced to move on it and found he hated it the same now. By the grimaces on most of the faces closest to him, the other Caniean felt the same.
His group of thirty were ranged loose on their position, neat rows impossible between their twelve-foot long bodies. The spears most of them carried were half again a Caniean length and deadly sharp in the scarlet dawn light. To the right, another group had formed up into a messier group. More to Selati’s left in the same state. The thankfully few times he saw the human security forces out training, they were in neat rows and columns. Across the field, today was
