Zouichi shrugged. "About thirty of us were sent to an unfamiliar planet to 'negotiate for some vital medical technology'. It turned out the people we were supposed to be negotiating with were a bunch of tyrants using a clone undercaste to prop up their regime. They wanted our DNA to construct an invincible clone army, and so did the rebels opposing them. And either side had the technology to render pretty much any of our abilities useless. So long story short, the ship threw us in a meat grinder with no warning and no inkling of what we were getting into."

He smiled a little cynically. "But we did steal some of the medical technology. So mission accomplished, right?"

Zouichi was simplifying things a little, but the bottom line was that he didn't trust the ship or the Daligig as far as he could throw them. Okay, bad example in the case of the Daligig.