Thomas

He’d been sitting alone for hours at his table in the corner of the Cometary Orbit Spaceport Pub and Grill. A tiger he was, dressed in plain, sturdy clothes that spoke of a life in the wilderness. A guy like that, it didn’t make sense for him to be anything but a soldier; yet in spite of being an outdoorsy hunting cat, there was nothing of the military about him.
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