He was fairly muscular for his build, a side effect of forcing himself to exercise to counter the effects of spending so much time in zero G. “It is your first MaJo transit.” He countered, using an unnecessary military contraction of ‘Martian-Jovian’. “Dad, level with me, is there trouble?”
“I just worry for you, especially knowing there’s another ship lost out there.”
“So why is there even a classified element to this? “I’m here, Taya.” Cait said, trying not to sound sleepy. A few nights ago while they’d been getting to know each other better Cait had spilled the story to him about her arms, the academy, and the neverending conflict with her father about starting her military career later than The Plan. “-to Cait’s Chariot, come in Chariot.” The pleasant voice of her father’s executive assistant cut in mid-sentence. “General Avery is waiting to be connected.” Taya prompted. Cait didn’t know what his expectations were going forward especially since they were going to be stuck in confinement for at least another ten or eleven weeks. “And that’s all. Unfortunately, her military career had been stymied by an engineering accident during practical placement in her final year, an equipment malfunction and explostion that had taken off her arms just above the elbow, a traumatic incident that she had to be reminded of every time
