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Each one had already been classified by the Galactic Council as potential extinction level asset, juvenile. The hangar doors hissed open as the cubs marched in formation, proud, dirty, singed in places, carrying a woven basket nearly as large as Alia. Alia knelt slowly, her chest hurt, that quiet ache of distance from home, and somehow this this ridiculous basket made it worse and better all at once. Not as children, as warriors, they coordinated without words. And as Alia looked at the cub's proud fierce gentle in their own way, she realized something terrifyingly simple.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.