Pharynx sat against the wall, watching as the other changelings gathered around their drill instructor. He didn’t pay much attention though, he was more focused the time.

Or rather, he was counting down the seconds.

“Oi! Private Pharynx,” the Instructor yelled, an annoyed expression etched into her face. Pharynx did bother to learn her name. “What ya think you’re doing sittin’ back there?”

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