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The Rask RebellionChapter 14 Triage
“What the fuck is this?” Cooper asked, lifting his spoon and watching the soupy, lump mess slough back into the metal bowl. The aliens had brought him a meal in his cell, and it looked like chunky vomit, an off-putting beige in color. The guard outside his door turned to glare at him through the bars, her yellow eyes shining in the gloom. “You do not cooperate, and so you get offcuts, interloper.” “Define offcuts,” he grumbled, stirring the mess around. With only one arm, he couldn’t hold...