Granimore stepped into the arrival lounge and looked around nervously. All those years at the Academy, all the training, all the classes, was to arrive at this moment in time. Now that it was here, he could scarcely believe it. He strode into the lavatory to give himself a quick inspection. Shoes polished, uniform crips and clean, ready for action. He looked at himself in the mirror. His gray eyes were opened a little wider than normal, no doubt due to the anticipation of his first training mission. His sandy blonde hair was cut to military precision, his normally fair complexion tanned from a