"I want everyone to know what's going on," Major Fischer had said, her voice higher pitched than theirs, but somehow gruffer and more commanding all the same. Maybe it was the way she had cut her mane back, or wore her crisp uniform like she knew what she was doing on four legs. Whatever the reason, even Dr. James Irwin didn't dare question her. She cleaned up the slime leftover from the production of her sleeve, spent over an hour struggling into the weird uniform meant for a quadrupedal body with stumps for hands, and made her way back to Central for their first briefing.