Literature
Laboratory 8
The door hissed open; Commander Riss Laraway stepped through into the
small, square room, her bootheels reporting sharply against the metal
floor.
"At ease."
The Corporal on duty, of course, rocketed immediately to attention,
pulling off an efficiently polished stand-and-pivot move that could have
been written into a textbook somewhere. A thick paperback settled its
pages on the console; his chair rolled past Riss on the left and caromed
gently off the wall.
He was, simply put, massive; thick of chest and limb, with dark
chocolate skin and pale blue eyes, and was either bald or shaved his
head daily. Poss