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thing about myths is that they're bound to turn out rather boring in the end.”“What do you mean?” Daleworth asked.“When you think any mythological or religious tale, you begin seeing a lotof, shall we say, embellishment. A plain ordinary housefire that destroyed animportant building gets recorded as ‘the Forces of Hell were unleashed within thehallowed halls’ in the legend, and if you want to know what really happened,need to make some interpretations that.” Dr. Grovepath sighed. “Myth becomesthe reality, like how most people think that for mu of the laer half of theprevious millennium, people were in bla and white and moved funny, becausethat's what the photographs and films show us. If we show anyone color, highdefinitionpictures from that period, they won't believe their eyes.”“Right. I can see what you mean, doctor.”February 6, 2632, 20:50 UTCe sanguine Fren twilight worked its magic, detrimental to geing anythingdone. Part of being in the military was seeing the world, and seeing the beautyfirst hand usually made it harder to blow the beautiful exotic locations to thekingdom come.Daleworth felt a lile bit romantic in the red evenings of this particular base— or any of the Fren bases. To get anything done, she just needed some dryness,and worked hard to summon it; she needed to use her family's supposed Britishroots, despite being a second-generation spacer. e best she could say was thatthe evening was just turning bloody red, literally.e Talon landed in the airfield of yet another weird acronym that was givingDr. Grovepath a headae: the WFDF-CAFRSMCB. He hadn't been around theseparts and didn't even begin guessing what it was supposed to be.But for Lieutenant Dalewood, the Caen/France Space Marine Corps Base, orjust Caen Base for short, was a frequently visited base — if not a place she enjoyedvisiting, because su visits usually entailed replacing casualties with recruits.Bad memories of fallen brothers and sisters, even worse acclimatisation for herand the survivors and the green ones. e Faster-an-Light Frigate Mannerheim,currently waiting for her in the orbit, was her real home; this base, however, wasas close to home on Earth as she was ever going to accept.Daleworth jumped out of the Talon and headed toward the hangar where theMoonhawk Troop Transport Orbiter, hull number M– — if the Mannerheimwas Daleworth's real home, then she could probably call the M– shule herreal work place — was being refueled. e refueling wasn't a normal procedure,as the mothership was supposed to handle it and at very least they should haverefueled in the laun site, but Plaerman had instructed them to do that for a