The Starfield Farming Sovereign (Elizabeth Schofield) novel Chapter 355

Chapter 355 Old Faces

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Tobin had just shoveled a mouthful of sautéed greens into his mouth when Desmond’s comment landed. He looked up, following the direction of his captain’s gaze. Sevyn and Sebastian Hewitt looked up too.

“What’s going on? You got a thing for Ms. Powell, Cap? That’s off the table. She’s married, don’t even think about it.”

I’s boot found Sebastian’s shin before he could finish. “Shut your mouth!”

made a spur-of-the-moment call to sell a few staff meals,” he said, tapping his fork against his “Fiona saw where it could set up a reservation syste hen, is already in motion.”

didn’t just run with it, she announced a full regular service on

paused and looked around something off the boss’s pla we want to be people she a Think more. Be like Fion

Tobin chewed thought seen her running circ

Sevyn wiped his n guarding the gat Eyes open, he

Sebastian

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the site expansion, and sorted out the logistics. All of it,

That’s what it means to actually care about the work. To take en knows she needs it. We’re security. We’re her first line. But if being tough and holding the line isn’t enough. Watch more. gure out what’s needed before you’re asked.”

slow nod. “You’re right, Cap. Ms. Powell’s something else. We’ve all one out there, doing the work of three people by herself.”

d more seriously than usual. “I used to think taking orders and

1. But the farm keeps getting bigger and there’s always more to handle. Ms. Powell.”

them and usually the loudest, but right now he looked almost solemn, one en if the only reason was to keep eating like this every day…” He glanced ntainer with something close to reverence, then his voice climbed half an ss and to this food to be better!”

Then he looked at Tobin and Sevyn’s containers, already scraped clean, thought ich all three of them had demolished their portions, and felt a vein twitch at his

ng like they were trying to consume the container itself.

red, and turned back to his own meal, applying himself with quiet focus to the last few ned, in his private and considered opinion, among the finest things he had ever tasted.

Fiona had finished coordinating the pavilion construction, confirmed the crew and Adam, and watched him lead his team into the work before letting herself breathe for a checked the reservation numbers still climbing on her device, then turned and headed back

d tomorrow’s menu and ingredient list to lock down.

ee miles northeast of the farm, Adam had already cleared a large open area for docking large- stellar vessels.

sport ships sat on the pad

their lines unmistakably

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military, the kind of ships that didn’t need to announce themselves.

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The First Military insignia along each hull caught the pale light of Planet A001 with a quiet metallic sheen. as Melton and his team wrapped up the docking coordination.

Elizabeth rode her motorbike up to the landing area just as the forward hatch of the lead ship slid open. and a familiar figure came down the ramp first, moving fast.

was solidly built, dressed in a clean duty uniform, his left arm suspended in a specialized support brace

his chest. The field had left its marks on his face, but his eyes were as sharp as ever.

Elmer, Cristian’s adjutant.

en he spotted Elizabeth, his stride picked up noticeably and the professional set of his expression gave something warmer coming through, and underneath it, something that looked almost like genuine

ratitude.

“Ms… Ms. Schofield.” He caught himself mid-habit, recalibrated, and landed on the right address. He started to raise his uninjured right hand in a salute, then seemed to think better of it and let the motion

Elizabeth recognized him and lifted an eyebrow. “Lieutenant Guerrero. It’s been a while.” Her gaze dropped to the brace. “Did you leave the service?”

The two of them had met before, outside the civil affairs office in Centria Planet, and that first meeting had been nothing like this. Back then, Elmer had looked at her the way people look at someone they’ve already made up their mind about.

A woman who’d stirred up a city’s worth of gossip trying to attach herself to a man like Cristian. He’d done his job that day with the kind of polished detachment that said everything his face didn’t.

Now he rubbed the back of his close-cropped head with a sheepish expression she hadn’t expected from him. “No, still in. Caught some minor injuries on a recent op. I had leave coming anyway, so I volunteered to bring the group out here myself.”

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