Touchstone 1 - Stray

the two Setari who had found me on Muina.
    Just then Zan told me to go stand in the corner, which totally pissed me off. Even though I’d figured out that there was a yelling match coming, I’m not a dog to be told to sit and stay and get put out of the way. But I went, and just in time, as the door to the hall opened and the blond guy stormed in. There were a bunch of other Setari looking in the door at us, but they stayed there.
    “This is it?” the guy was yelling (well, in Taren, you get the idea). “This is your special assignment? The reason we’re all on downtime is you’re playing with some profanity stray?”
    Swear words aren’t in my language tool. I can tell it’s a swear word, but not what it means, so it’s like my head says ‘profanity’ whenever someone swears. I find that funny and annoying at the same time. I need to find someone who is willing to teach me what they mean.
    I knew enough of Zan by this time to not be surprised at her complete lack of reaction to some really buff guy standing over her and shouting. She just said: “Stand down,” in a curt little voice and went and picked up one of the towels we’d brought in with us.
    I’m not so good at not reacting, so when the blond guy turned toward me, I was glad Zan had stuck me in the corner. And I’m pretty sure I did the open-mouthed gaping thing when he suddenly lifted up and was slammed into one of the walls, for all I knew perfectly well Zan was a telekinetic.
    “I said, ‘Stand down’, Lenton,” Zan said, and, wow, totally cold voice. She wasn’t smiling or frowning, but her eyes had narrowed and I decided then that it would never be a good idea to piss Zan off.
    The Lenton guy didn’t take the hint though, and looked really offended and told Zan to put him down before he made her regret it. He was calling her “Namara”, which is her surname. All the Setari seem to call each other by their surnames. Zan calls me “Devlin” and I generally avoid calling her by either name because I think it sounds stupid to call someone you see every day by her surname. Even First Squad seem to do it most of the time. I think – hope – it’s some kind of on-duty thing and that they’re more human to each other when they’re not being all proper.
    Before the shouting match turned into a bigger mess all the Setari except Zan, who was probably expecting it, paused in clear reaction to suddenly getting a message in their heads. Zan put the Lenton guy down and though he glared at her, he strode off without another word.
    “Get changed,” Zan said to me, glancing back up at the observation room. The two Setari there were still watching, but turned and left when she just stood looking at them.
    “Everyone’s really competitive?” I asked. “Or just no manners?” Except, given my grammar and how slow I say stuff, it was more like “Compete all much? Manners no?” I really hate sounding so stupid. Yoda with a lobotomy.
    Zan didn’t reply. She never responds to questions like that, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to push her, so I went and changed out of the loose training jumpsuit into my knee-length cargo-style pants and a sleeveless t-shirt featuring my lab rat logo. I really did draw it on every shirt I considered mine – not my school uniform, but the clothes I’d bought with Nenna and her mother. Zan put on her black uniform, which she manages in a surprisingly short amount of time for something so skin-tight.
    Next was the big testing room, where every Setari in the complex had obviously been ordered to assemble. Maze had told me there were twelve active squads of six people so the rows six people deep showed me who was in which squad. They left spaces for the people who weren’t there – three missing teams and a few random gaps. And then they brought me ‘into channel’ and I saw that even a few of the missing people were ‘there’: attending the meeting through their interfaces rather than in person. Little see-through holographic pictures of them filled in some of the empty spots. Lohn from First Squad and Zan were the only ones out of place, over to one side near me.
    Since Maze was at the first spot of the first set, it was pretty easy to guess that the squad captains stood at front. The team next to him was around the same age – mid-twenties – and everyone else late teens or perhaps twenty. The gap left by Zan in Twelfth Squad was the first spot, which meant she was their captain. News to me.