“Yes, sir!” Sergeant Buckholz grinned from ear to ear. “Jeffe, Aires? You heard the captain. Suit up. I’ll get on the horn with Klysgaard.” “Come with me, Recruit Tavi.” The captain turned and walked towards the three flags on the poles behind Sergeant Buckholz’s desk. Unsure, Diego followed, and stopped a few feet away from … Continue reading TO TREAD OBSIDIAN SHORES — Snippet 4