“Me, sir?”
Fortunately rescue appeared that moment in the form of the missing court recorder, who slipped into the room and took her position by her equipment, blissfully unaware of what was going on outside the spaceport. She was one of those drab, horse-faced women who gave lie to the holo-movie stereotype of the sexy secretary.
“Sorry I’m late, General,” she said.
“Where the hell have you been?” Blitzkrieg demanded, finding a focal point for his anger and nervousness.
“Begging the general’s pardon,” Battleax interceded, “but isn’t it more important that we begin the proceedings … without further delay?”
“Oh! Yes … quite right. Thank you, Colonel. Someone tell Jester we’re ready for him.”
The trio of officers barely had time to settle into their seats before the captain entered. With careful precision, he strode to the center of the room and saluted crisply.
“Captain Jester … reporting as ordered, sir!”
General Blitzkrieg returned the salute with a sketchy wave of his hand as he looked over at the court recorder.
“Let the record show that a court of inquiry is convened to review the actions of Captain Jester. General Blitzkrieg presiding, Colonel Battleax and Major Joshua in attendance.”
He turned his attention to the figure in front of him.
“Well, Captain,” he said conversationally, “I assume you know why we’re here.”
“No, sir, I don’t. I was told my actions were to be reviewed, but I am unaware of any activity on my part which might warrant such scrutiny.”
Even Battleax was startled by this statement. She had been prepared to favorably review whatever defense Jester might have to offer, but it had never occurred to her that he would attempt to defend himself by arguing his innocence.