His radio crackled to life, "Team Phi - Posit check...by the numbers." That would be Lieutenant Eversly trying to make himself look useful. A series of replies from his squadmates listing off their names and grid coordinates followed.
When it was his turn, Tran read off the numbers from the Multi on his wrist and closed with, "Hey Sarge, what the hell are we lookin' for here?"
"What, boy, you trying to tell me you can't read? Shut up and get back to work," was the growled reply into his earpiece.
Tran replaced the cap on his canteen and shoved himself upright. In his limited (having lived most of life before boarding UNES Phobos in a subterranean mining colony on Luna) experience, Tau Ceti IV - it should have a better name than that, he thought to himself - rated quite highly in terms of appearance.
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