“I heard it was a prison ship,” the replicate beside him said. Davin kept his face turned away to avoid conversation, but the other continued. “Bunch of fellows from the work farm on Uttar heading for the front lines. About time they start putting convicts to good use. Keep us out of the war for a little longer, at least.”
Another replicate spoke up. Davin didn’t know who it was, and didn’t bother to glance at the name embroidered on the speaker’s jumpsuit to find out. “Kressl troops bombed the receiving station at Orion last week. They’ll be here next. The Consensus said there’s a reward for each guy we bring in today. I bet it’s at least a thousand quod each.”