As the beings filed forward to receive their nutrition packs, he gave orders to his guards. “They need to be given living quarters today.”
Rok, his superior, had already mentioned the necessity, so he didn’t feel like he was stepping out of line by ordering it done today. “Allow them to self-select who they will house with. Give them housing in the prison cells, offices, closets, anywhere you can find. For those in the prison cells, show them the locks have been disabled. Remove the doors if they’re too nervous. They need to settle in, because this pod will be our home for many planet rotations—maybe even a solar cycle, depending on how quickly we can get them trained.”
“Yes, Captain Lundric,” his guards murmured.
Cambry stood up, holding herself with the same ever-present wariness he’d
