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Chapter 36
Chapter 36 There is no dialogue except with weapons. . —Osama Bin Laden . KASIB Over the loudspeakers, a gruff voice called the skullcrackers out of their tents. Combat boots stomped as the platoon leaders divided the burly men up into mixed-species units, twelve hundred men, the entire combat infantry carried by the SRN Jamaran. "Random inspection!" Lieutenant Kasib called to one of the rough platoons which looked less disciplined than the others. "Prepare to open your packs." The men grumbled, a combination of Sata'anic lizards, boar-like Catoplebas, blue-skinned Marid and a tentacle-headed Wyrm. The platoon leader handed him a flatscreen with their inventory. He matched the data against his own list, and then rifled through their packs to make sure it matched. While allegedly t
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