Hardened-looking individuals these were, dressed in ordinary clothing-some wearing portions of old Fleet uniforms from the last war.

Human men, apparently very much alive, and wearing Fleet uniforms.

Usually the Fleet uniform alone would guarantee a ride.

Robert had wanted to be married in his old Fleet uniform, but that was shot down almost immediately.

And then part of it took shape and form as a human being; a young man in Fleet uniform who stood before the landing party, smiling.

One Fleet uniform shouldn't be too dangerous.

Lady Cecelia, ma'am, what are you doing wearing a Fleet uniform with stars on?

Only a small group, men and women both, who eyed his Fleet uniform and gave him room.

Well, the Fleet uniform is plain enough to see.

Nowhere in the at least eleven billion display windows he had stuthed so far was there anything that looked even remotely like a Fleet uniform.