“Nothing to worry about there, General,” the commander said smoothly. “The occupant of the room in question has agreed to pay for the necessary repairs and renovations.”
“Why would he do that?” Blitzkrieg scowled. “It’s clear that it’s your pack of hell-raisers who are doing the damage.”
“Well, there’s the fact that legally whoever rents a room is responsible for any damages to the facility,” Phule explained. “As to my troops actually causing the damage, the truth is they were sort of invited to take that action, by the room’s occupant-and it’s a she, sir, not a he. In fact, it’s the same woman you saw presenting me and my unit with the commendation.”
“Sort of invited?” the general growled, catching the careful phrasing. “I’d like to hear some more details on that, if you don’t mind. First, though, I want to know what your troops are doing appearing in a holo-movie in Space Legion uniforms.”
“That’s easy enough to explain, sir,” the commander said. “As you yourself just said, sir, that was preliminary footage only. My troops were simply standing in while the camera angles were being blocked out. I can assure the general that they will not be present in the final version when it’s released.”
“I see,” Blitzkrieg said grimly. “Well, Captain, while I have you on the line, there are a few other matters I want to know about. For example …”
“Good evening, General,” Battleax said, leaving her place by the wall and stepping in front of the camera.
The general gaped. “Colonel Battleax! What are you doing there? I thought you were-“