Leaving Nithoo
Leaving Nithoo
Ronon's troop transport on the causeway across the bay
"Here he was on a military transport as it rattled out along the rails from the cliff-side station, across the long red bridge that would take him and his fellow recruits over the bay to the mainland, his grandfather's carefully-remembered lessons and his aunt's connections in her old unit both good enough to get him into the army a year before most did. He had his regimental tattoo inscribed on his neck, stiff regulation leather boots creaking on his feet, and the brand new kit bag he'd slung into the overhead luggage rack contained everything that the army, his mother, and several over-protective uncles thought necessary for the time he'd spend training in the capital city."
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Leaving Nithoo by friendshipper