CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Journal #162
While it is difficult to clearly define where one segment of my employer’s career ends and another begins, the first phase of his time with the Space Legion came to its climax, not with his encounter with the Zenobians, but with a “visit” from certain high-ranking members of the Legion Headquarters staff.
It seems that, with the single-mindedness so typical of bureaucracies everywhere, they were less concerned with the results of my employer’s actions than with the methods and procedures he utilized to achieve them.
The general public was usually apathetic regarding the movements of the Space Legion-even its high-ranking officers. As such, the party from Legion Headquarters was more than a little surprised at the crowd of civilians waiting for them when they disembarked from the shuttlecraft at the Haskin’s Planet spaceport. Most were curiosity seekers, to be sure, but there was at least a token attendance from the fifth estate, as the party was quick to discover.
“Jennie Higgens, Interstellar News Service,” the reporter announced, blocking the path of the first Legionnaire in the party with her body, microphone, and camera crew. “Is it true that you’re here to punish Captain Jester, the commander of the Space Legion company stationed here on Haskin’s Planet, for his recent confrontation with the Zenobians?”
“No comment,” Colonel Battleax mumbled, trying to edge around the obstacle. Despite her criticisms of Phule’s activity with the media, the truth was she herself only had limited experience in dealing with reporters, and those encounters had left her wary and guarded in their presence.