"So, your name is Vasanta, huh?" Karim says, showing you the datapad.
Karim still towers over you, and you get the sense he's watching you. All around you, the activity is lessening as troopers finish their loading and start to file on board the drop ships. You look up at Karim.
"I guess it's time to get on board."
"We didn't fly you all the way out here to Sirius just to abandon you here on a planet, Nubes," he says. His accent suggests that he's from Mars, or maybe one of the asteroid belt stations. Those folks sometimes resent Earthlings like you, but you've never understood why. You're all united under the Terran State.
You glance over to the nearest drop ship, where your platoon is loading.