“Is it true you killed twenty toasters on your way out?”
“Did you really do it all through the radiation
poisoning?”
She found herself being pounded on the back, raised up
onto the shoulders of two burly ensigns, and a drink being
pushed into her hand. Stunned, Taz looked at Up, who was
laughing and clapping too.
“Looks like you’ve made quite an impression on your
first mission, rookie,” he said. He raised his own glass, and
the hall quieted.
“To Taz! The toughest son of a bitch rookie Ranger I’ve
ever met!”
“To Taz!” the crew echoed, and there was the sound of
sloshing liquid and more cheers. Taz started to laugh.
Despite her aching muscles, nauseated stomach and the
pounding headache she was beginning to think would never
go away, Taz had never felt happier. She raised her own
glass, grinned at Up, and drank it in one.
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