"Those are Ravagers," Noah said quietly. "Interesting."
Standard EDF issue. Category four cores, the housing unmistakable even from thirty feet out, the same blaster rifles he'd seen slung over EDF operative shoulder on every mission. His mind ran the obvious question first. How does a bunch of strange aliens end up holding Earth-standard military hardware.
Then he caught himself. Lied to himself, actually, and knew it the second the thought finished.
STRANGE ALIENS?
Far from that actually.
They weren't strange. Something about the shape of them, the proportions, the way they moved, sat familiar in a place in his memory he couldn't immediately locate. Like a word on the tip of his tongue.
