Brute

[selenias]

Flynn didn't know much about the Kritya. He didn't know much about their origin. He didn't know much of their interests. And he knew even less of their behaviors.

Kritya are an ancient race, Estelle had said. They invented the blastia, and are whom to we owe our knowledge on technology today.

So it was certain – she hadn't said, but he'd assumed – that as an ancient race of wise and inventive people, they should be treated with respect.

The first time he met Judith at peacetime, she smiled and cracked her knuckles like a brute.

“Hello, Commandant.”