November brings us a trio of starfaring roughnecks, listed in increasing
order of neck roughness.
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There are billions upon billions of citizens in the Galactic League, and
none of them want to serve in the Colonial Marines. None of them. The
Colonial Marines get little pay, less respect, and are as likely to get
scragged on some hopeless bug hunt as to see their next birthday. These
soldiers are part of a platoon patrolling for bug-eyed monsters on the
rim of known space, trying to protect settlers who don't want help and
are probably doomed anyway.
- Corporal Danila Harman (Marine Who Used to be an Organ-legger)
was civilian surgeon with a habit of spending twice as much money as she
made. To cover her largesse, she did occasional work transplanting
organs in a private clinic. Unfortunately, she didn't ask enough
questions about how the organs had been acquired. When the organ-legger
she was working for was busted, she faced umpteen counts of conspiracy
to commit murder-- her willful ignorance didn't make her any less
She threw herself on the mercy of the court, and her sentence was
suspended conditional on her putting in 30 years of service to the
Galactic League. She hoped for planet-side work in a government clinic,
but the judge thought a tour in the Galactic Marines would serve her
She was over-educated to be a private, which meant she began as
Corporal-- leading a squad of five career marines. With her civilian
background and her tendency to stutter when she gets nervous, she is not
a very good leader. So far she has kept her squad alive, though, and
earned the grudging respect of some of her troops.
- Private First Class Gerald Delgado (Marine Who Used to be a Spy)
served the Intelligence service for years, stationed on some tropical
pleasure planet. Not long ago, he staked his reputation on the fact that
the locals were "docile and content" and that no extra military presence
there was required. One bloody coup later, he was assigned to the
Colonial Marines to finish out his tour of duty. He's not happy about
being here and is even less happy about serving under a "shanghaied
civilian" like Corporal Harman. His grumbling borders on
insubordination, and he'd like little better than to leave her behind on
- Private Peter Jones (Marine Who Says "Get Some" A Lot)
has been with the platoon longer than anyone else. He has out-lived more
commanders and squad-mates than anyone can guess. By all rights, he
should be on a transport home. Yet there's something at home that scares
him more than acid-blooded, insectoid vacuum-breathers. He won't talk
about it, so don't ask.
Even though Jones has a knack for survival, his mates have learned not
to ask him for advice. "Nuke the site from space," he says every time.
"It's the only way to be sure."