My name is Angela Palmer and, like many a youngster from Aldrin III, I wanted to join the Federation Space Corps.
I realize that Aldrin Three is a small, backwater colony, but we are famous for one of the most dangerous predators in known space, the Aldrin Death Monitor. We are talking one mean, deadly lizard. They used to roam the entire planet, but now they're pretty much confined to an archipelago in the southern hemisphere.
I joined the Aldrin Rangers at fourteen. The picture below is one of me in my Ranger fatigues, on my eighteenth birthday, right before I joined the Corps.
No, I don't have tattoos on my left arm. That's actually a cybernetic sleeve. Any patterns are just coincidence and tricks of the eyes. And the pearl earring is actually a commlink. There's actually a taboo about body piercings on Aldrin Three.
Anyway, I joined the Aldrin Rangers when I was fourteen. When Aldrin Three was first settled, the Rangers were organized to protect early settlements from the Death Monitors and other predators. Now we deal with Monitors who escape their preserves and off world poachers.
But this story isn't about me being a game warden on a backwaters world. It's about me as a first year cadet at the Federation Space Academy and the Federations encounter with the
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