RELEASE DAY!!!!!
"I
thought there was a height limit to get into the Fleet," the one with
cinnamon-colored skin called, as the girls and E'bett walked past.
"Nah,"
the other man said. "They want them short so they can get into tight
places and make repairs. Fleet engines are breaking down all the time. I bet
they put the really little ones on a treadmill to generate power."
"That's
stupid!" Dafna said, turning and stopping and jamming her fists into her
hips.
"Oh,
yeah?" The one with the dirty, curly red hair spat on the deck. "What
do you know, shrimp?"
Tress
caught her breath, waiting for someone to swoop down on the man and make him
clean that up. No one was allowed to spit on the Defender. Not even if
they got something disgusting in their mouths during an emergency, or when
something really strange happened. Like the time the ship lost its artificial
gravity for nearly half an hour and all sorts of bits and pieces and clumps of
water and clouds of dust floated through the ship and got in people's faces and
mouths.
Nothing
happened to the man, but Dafna's face got red.
"I'm
not a shrimp! I'm just the size I'm supposed to be!"
Tress
and Jayna looked at each other and rolled their eyes. Dafna was always taking
teasing for being a good five centimeters shorter than other girls their age.
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