“Well, there were a few things I did first, but that’s about the size of it. Now, don’t you go feeling sorry for me, Big Daddy. I’m a grown girl now and I made up my own mind to join.”
“Actually,” the commander said, “I was thinking seriously of offering you permanent duty at Com Central-that is, if you can forgo the pleasure of standing duty in the swamp.”
“Now, that’s a thought. Let me mull it over and get back to you on that one. Meantime, I believe you were going to get some sleep? Seems to me I recall someone making me a promise to that effect a little while back.”
“Okay. I’ll do it.” Phule grinned. “Nice chatting with you … Mother. Jester out.”
Clicking off his communicator, the commander rose, stretched, and headed for the bed. All in all, it had been a pretty good day. It looked like he had found himself a new clerk and a communications specialist. If things worked out, he’d have to see about getting them each an extra stripe.
It wasn’t until he had disrobed down to his shorts that he remembered that he never had gotten anything to eat.
CHAPTER NINE
Journal #104
The assigning of partners within the company was a milestone event. Though it actually occurred over the space of several weeks, the effects were apparent almost immediately.
While great care had been taken in deciding who would be paired with whom, and for the most part the choices accepted by the Legionnaires, it was expected that there would be some complaints and protests. Needless to say, in this, at least, my employer was not to be disappointed.