Waiting was a killer. That was what Angela Touchstone was thinking as she prepped her team for contact with the Neela.
It wasn't certain that there would be combat. There was peace between their people, and they hadn't done anything to provoke them to aggression. In fact, there was a good chance that nothing would happen.
Still, growing up in a warzone, she saw firsthand how alliances, treaties, and pacts, were just pieces of paper in the heat of the moment. She saw how old wounds could overwhelm good sense and routine events could go horribly wrong.
THat didn't worry her too much. Her squad was ready for anything. She had been drilling them since they left port, and they knew exactly what she expected of them, and what she would do if their performance was anything less than exeptional. The only thing grinding on her nerves was the waiting.
Damn the accursed waiting. It felt like an entire year had passed since they had gone on alert, and it was KILLING her.