WHAT JAS HAD THOUGHT were shuttles were actually military transports with starjump capabilities, she realized. Hence their size. She also realized that the scars they bore were from attacks as they carried troops to and from starships taking part in the battle.
The defense units climbed inside Transport 17, their feet clanking on the metal floor. The interior had definitely seen better days. Inside were two long benches on either side of the long, low cabin. The floor sloped slightly, down to a central channel that led to a drain, no doubt to carry away the stomach contents of new recruits unused to starjumping. The channel didn’t look like it had been cleaned any time recently, and the smell of the place confirmed the fact.
Bare pipes encrusted with grime ran across the walls. Dirt also
