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\pgndec\pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
SSG "Echo" Baker had, he felt, an unfortunate knack of finding himself doing favours for just the wrong people. Obviously, as a senior NCO of many years standing \u8211\'13 more decades than he liked to think, he'd say if asked \u8211\'13 he had perfected the art of invisibility with regard to a certain class of officer, but he }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
did}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 have a certain fatal weakness: Women. Specifically, attractive women \u8211\'13 and the SSG was a man of catholic tastes in that regard \u8211\'13 had always been able to wrap him round their little fingers.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
And, at the moment, this little failing was looming large in his consciousness, the reason being that he was reading an invitation from a woman he should probably have regarded as his nemesis, one CDR Dianna Langton, Naval Intelligence, with whom he'd had dealings in the past. Not that she was in his line of command \u8211\'13 god save him from }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
that}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 ever being the case \u8211\'13 but at various times, for various reasons, she had appeared in his life and the results were inevitably, dumbly predictable. It was just a shame she was such a bloody stunner, he felt, even as he was sub-vocalising a reply, agreeing, despite himself, to her latest suggestion of a meeting ... to discuss a job he 'might' find interesting, somewhere called Petro-something or the other ...}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120\qc{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
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\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Petrovastan, as the colony was now so widely known that its official designation was largely confined to databases and routers, was an odd place. That it was rapidly filling up with researchers and theoreticians was widely held to be responsible for this, but anyone digging a little deeper soon found considerably stranger things going on \u8211\'13 such as a Planetary Governor who had deliberately recruited and }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
enabled}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 a revolutionary opposition.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
SSG Baker, who had dug deep \u8211\'13 very deep indeed, given his clearances and his contacts \u8211\'13 knew all this and, nursing a stiff daiquiri in a bar on the moon's Andromeda Base tried not to let it worry him. Instead, he concentrated on the much more attractive prospect that was Dianna Langton, rather fetchingly turned out \u8211\'13 presumably for his benefit \u8211\'13 not in uniform but in a shocking pink lycra }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
sheath}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 .... Which, he felt, struggling to concentrate on matters in hand, contrasted rather wonderfully with her ebony skin ... and revealed subtle glimpses of ...}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
He became aware of a silence around them and realised that his 'date' had finished whatever she'd been saying and was now looking at him expectantly. Clearly, he was expected to respond ... but he had no idea what she'd been talking about. He did his best, a considerable experience of talking to officers \u8211\'13 though not usually litheley sexy ones \u8211\'13 eventually providing him with a stock response which seemed suitable.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"Well, ma'am," he found himself saying, "if that's your considered opinion ..."}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Dianna positively beamed at him \u8211\'13 at }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
him}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 \u8211\'13 and said with an exuberance he wished he could bottle,}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"Oh great! So you'll go?"}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Go he thought, go where? Oh, ye gods ... he hadn't just agreed to }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
go}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 to bloody }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Petrovastan}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 ... had he?}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120\qc{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
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\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Even when much of the bureaucracy is handled by intelligent machines, even when brain-dead clerks have no way of misreading, misinterpreting or simply mislaying commands, military orders take time to come through. For SSG Baker, this was almost a period of rest and relaxation, even as he was beating into shape the under-performing crews of a couple of Castle class corvettes, but he knew it couldn't last, knew that the Curse of Langton was still in play ....}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
And, so disengaging himself from his favourite concubine, Sandra, one morning, it was with a premonition of dread inevitability that he opened the e-mail from Fleet Ops and felt nothing but doom when he learnt he was to report to some sort of Psychological Evaluation specialist for 'assessment for special duties'.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120\qc{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
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\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
One corridor is very similar to any other corridor when you come down to it, and SSG Baker had been in many, in his day, seemingly always waiting for some useless arsehole to 'interview' him. OK, so }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
this}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 corridor was on the moon, so the view from the window \u8211\'13 or more probably, screen \u8211\'13 was marginally more interesting than a similar scene of the butt end of Norflok, Virginia, but .... These things never worked out well, he knew.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
So he wasn't in the best of moods when the door finally opened and he was ushered into a generic interview room by a guy he immediately classified as a spotty adolescent. OK, so the kid had taken his mods, looked like an authoritative, slightly greying at the temples forty-something, but ... nah, this was a }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
boy}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
, quite probably a junior corporate psychologist before his Extraction, and consequently something beneath SSG Baker's dignity to voluntarily deal with.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Except that he }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
was}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 an officer, of course, and thus required care, if not actual }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
respect}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
. So he sat himself down, as requested, and waited for the worst. It wasn't a long wait, the kid starting out fairly quickly for his type \u8211\'13 another sign of inexperience \u8211\'13 and even }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
began}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 by attempting to justify himself.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"Sergeant," he said, just possibly registering the chilly hauteur of his latest victim, "I'm Major Montague Ffipps-Smythe, and I just want to run through a few things with you prior to authorising your transfer, if that's OK with you."}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
SSG Baker limited to a monosyllabic 'sir' and Montague, recognising that this was all the response he was going to get, continued, not }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
quite}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 as flustered as Baker had hoped.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"Well, jolly good. Right. In the good old days, of course, I'd be asking you to fill in a bundle of questionnaires at this point, probably take a day or two to process them, too, of course, but now, well, I have your CAP scores here to hand, so, well ... it's a bit of time saved, what? A bit more time to get out there and biff the Swarm and all that, eh?"}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
SSG Baker, who had his own opinion of Major Ffipps-Smythe's ability to swat a fly, let alone give the dickheads a good 'biffing', maintained a diplomatic silence. And so the officer grade arsehole prattled on.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"Of course, I also have your military records \u8211\'13 and jolly meretricious they are too, may I say \u8211\'13 but its the CAP we'll be focusing on, what? So lets have a look at some of these figures, see where the jolly old metrics take us, eh?"}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
He did something complicated with the terminal in front of him \u8211\'13 SSG Baker suspected it was pretty simple, given that he succeeded, but he made it }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
look}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 complicated \u8211\'13 and there, projected or presented on a convenient blank wall appeared the sergeant's CAP score, broken down to the minutest level of detail. }
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
This, SSG Baker found interesting, never having bothered to drill down into his own score before. Not that it was a huge surprise \u8211\'13 his over all score of 6.9, with the positive bias accruing from his long military score and frankly rampant libido, meant that other areas }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
had}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 to be deficient. None of which meant that he was remotely comfortable watching this English whacko dissecting the figures in front of him. And drawing, frankly, some very odd conclusions.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"This area here, d'y'see," he was saying, pointing an imaginary swizzle stick at the wall, "this is very interesting. Oh, yes, indeed \u8211\'13 high scores for leadership, independent thinking, all that sort of malarkey, while over }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
here}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 again ... oh, look, its gone green, how }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
jolly}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 convenient ... quite exceptional scores for discipline and the ability to }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
apply}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 authority. Which last factor \u8211\'13 and I'll let you into a little secret here \u8211\'13 well, that's why your name came out of the hat for this particular little jobby. What do you think of that, eh?"}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
SSG Baker didn't think a lot of it, if he was honest, wondering what the fucking jesus this cretin was going on about. Chrissakes, he knew all this: He'd been CPO on more warships \u8211\'13 and in more }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
wars}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 \u8211\'13 than than this motile turd of a headshrinker could even imagine. Of }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
course}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 he was disciplined, of }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
course}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 he could 'apply authority' \u8211\'13 by tone of voice, laser rifle or a convenient pipe wrench, if necessary, but ... where was this heading?}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Major Ffipps-Smythe didn't give a lot of time to wonder about this, 'letting the cat out of the bag', as he'd probably have called it, almost immediately.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"Thing is, of course, these scores are also very much - }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
very}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 much, I should say \u8211\'13 }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
officer}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 standard and that's an interesting point, from where I'm sitting, eh? Thirty years in our colonial cousin's Navy, not a few decorations for valour and diligence accumulated in that time and yet you never applied for a commission, hmm? Why was that, exactly, do you think?"}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
SSG Baker could have told him }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
that}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 with practised ease, but instead chose to focus on the numbers on the wall. He made a bit of a show of standing up and stomping over to the display \u8211\'13 not a projection, then, given the lack of shadows \u8211\'13 and took not a little satisfaction in observing the 'Major' involuntarily cringe away from him. Enjoying the moment, he paused longer than strictly necessary, finally waving a finger at another set of numbers entirely. Gratifyingly, the supervising AI picked up on the gesture and the relevant figures were highlighted in their turn, this time in a fairly lurid orange.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"Perhaps, }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Sir,"}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 he said, as venomously as he felt prudent, "you might also like to ... contemplate }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
these}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 data, here. Not an ideal illustration, I'm afraid ... }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Sir}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 ... but then, as far as I'm able to judge, CAP scores don't have specific elements relating to 'tolerance of bureaucracy' or 'loyalty to }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
whom'.}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 I never applied for a USN commission because I knew }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
damn}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 well that they'd never give me one. I, }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Sir}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
, am an NCO and, at least in my opinion, a bloody good one. I }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
like}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 managing men, I }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
like}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 training them to fight and fighting alongside them. I even }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
like}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 making sense of the incomprehensible bullshit that comes down from above and doing something useful with it. I am, }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Sir}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
, a PO1 \u8211\'13 Staff Sergeant, these days \u8211\'13 and fucking proud of it ... }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Sir}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
...."}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Which, he felt, was a good speech, quite possibly the best he'd delivered to anyone except a bunch of his cronies in a bar, and he wasn't particularly bothered that he'd so blatantly sworn at an 'officer'. Not that that little transgression appeared to have registered with the Major. In fact, the whole thing seemed to have passed him by entirely, as he carried on regardless ....}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"I'm not sure I see your point, Staff Sergeant, although your loyalty to your men \u8211\'13 }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
and}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 your current duties \u8211\'13 undoubtedly shine throw, doncha know. Quite, quite, creditable, in fact. I shall make a note to that affect on your file, I can assure you, but, in the interim, I am pleased to say, the assignment for which }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
you}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 have been proposed quite clearly requires an officer \u8211\'13 the numbers are indisputable \u8211\'13 while your own data \u8211\'13 those numbers again, who'd have guessed it \u8211\'13 quite clearly show that you are entirely qualified to take on the role.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"So, congratulations, Sergeant \u8211\'13 or should I say, Lieutenant \u8211\'13 and I'm sure you'll receive the appropriate orders in due course.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"And, umm, do please close the door on the way out, there's a good chap ...."}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120\qc{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
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\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Concubines Sandra and Elaine did their considerable best to relax him, but SSG Baker \u8211\'13 if the rank still applied \u8211\'13 woke, next morning, an uptight if exhausted man. And not a man all that surprised to receive orders, nor to find that }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
these}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 orders required him to relocate himself and his family to a system reference that he knew to be Petrovastan by first available transport, promotion \u8211\'13 fuck it \u8211\'13 effective on arrival. He stared at the screen long after he'd read the thing, wondering whatever happened to, god help him, }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
officer training}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 and then wondering just how insane this particular colony actually was.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
He was still trying to get his head around the situation when another message arrived, this one short and to the point ... and from Dianna Langton. Would he like to meet for a drink, later? Damn right he would ....}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120\qc{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
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\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
There weren't a lot of bars in Andromeda Base, considering the number of personnel routinely transiting through the place, and so they met at the one they'd used before. He had a daquiri, of course, she a martini. One difference was that he'd brought Sandra and Elaine along \u8211\'13 presumably to keep his big brain on track \u8211\'13 and a second was that, this time, SSG Baker was hopping mad.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Which threw Dianna, somewhat, as she'd been pleased that she'd been able to help out her friend Cynthia, the Civil Service lead on Petrovastan, and pleased that 'Echo' was getting such an interesting opportunity, in such a \u8211\'13 reportedly \u8211\'13 interesting place. Not that she took his bad mood too seriously, at first, having a fair experience in both Intelligence and, back in the day, undercover Police work to go on when it came to dealing with unhappy people. It was only when \u8211\'13 knowing SSG Baker as she did \u8211\'13 that an almost slow motion crossing and uncrossing of her spectacularly long legs failed to lift his mood that she decided to take action.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
So she asked him what was wrong.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"I have to go ... sorry, I have been }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
ordered}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 to go ... to Petrovastan. I mean, I could always mutiny or something ... but that is, in itself, sort of, fine. Well, from what I know of the place \u8211\'13 and that's quite a lot, by now \u8211\'13 it seems ... unconventional, maybe a bit extreme, but not a bad place to live, you know? Also, somewhere that could probably, if you'll excuse me saying so, do with someone like me, given that there is a war on and they seem to be slightly lacking in the }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
military}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 basics."}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"Well, yes," replied Dianna, innocently, "so what's the problem? I mean, I got asked to suggest someone to do a job out there \u8211\'13 the job you just alluded to \u8211\'13 and I thought of you. So, you \u8211\'13 and Sandra and Elaine \u8211\'13 get to go, they get the person they need and, well, result all round, surely?"}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"There }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
is}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 a problem," he replied, "and that's that a bunch of jokers calling themselves Psychological Evaluations or something got involved. And }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
they}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 have decided that an }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
officer}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 is required for the role ... and that }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
I}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 am suitable material for promotion."}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
He let the thoght hand there, for a moment, wondering whether Dianna would pick up on its significance. Which, to her credit, she did, snorting as she replied with bemused horror, "But ... you ... as an }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
officer?}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 Christ, how is that supposed to work? I mean, if you're not around to manage }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
them}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
, then who the hell is going to manage }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
you?"}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 }
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120\qc{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
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\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
SSG Baker went back to his 'home' quarters feeling slightly mollified. Cmdr Langton \u8211\'13 an officer whose ability to drop him in it was unparalleled across the fleet, but whose }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
integrity}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 he respected \u8211\'13 had clearly seen his side of the issue and had promised to do what she could to sort it out. Rather more reassuringly, she had also pointed out that Petrovastan was hardly the centre of the universe, and that it had no Extractions scheduled that Earthat command knew about, so the possibility of a transport any time soon was minimal. And to the SSG \u8211\'13 a man who could hitch, cajole and coerce lifts across }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
any}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 terrain to }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
any}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 destination \u8211\'13 this provided a useful opportunity. Which is to say, it gave him time to work through his own networks, call in a few favours and, generally, }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
act like an NCO ....}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
For which purpose, the first step, he thought, swatting Sandra lightly away as she tried to 'entertain' him, had to be working up his own, current, command tree. He assumed they were still in the dark about the situation and so, he felt, the best place to start would be, probably, the Admiral. Or, more to the point, the Admiral's Master Gunnery Sergeant Liebnitz ... a man, who, coincidentally, he had once hauled out of a burning machine room by the scruff of his neck. Remembering the incident with a pang of nostalgia, he made a call, arranged a short notice meeting and then called Sandra and Elaine back over to give them some very }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
special}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 instructions for the evening .... }
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120\qc{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
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\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
SSG Baker's various manoeuvrings eventually ended up on the desk \u8211\'13 or, at least, the screen \u8211\'13 of Commodore Karl Jefferson Habenstein III, who swore. And then he re-read the issue synopsis his staff had so meticulously prepared and reached for his dyspepsia pills. And then he swore some more and \u8211\'13 Commodore Habenstein having been }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
born}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 to command \u8211\'13 summoned the man for the job ... MGS Liebnitz.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"This is an odd situation, Liebnitz," he said, when the Admiral's fixer arrived. "There's clearly right on both sides, given the notes appended to this file. PsyEval are very strongly in favour of promoting SSG Baker and assigning him to somewhere called Petrovastan \u8211\'13 no-one else in the entire Fleet will do, apparently \u8211\'13 while, contrariwise, most of Earthat Command \u8211\'13 up to and including, I note, a number of full Admirals, almost the whole of the rest of the Staff and a variety of others, including, as an example, the O/C Catering for Earthat \u8211\'13 all seem equally firmly convinced that commissioning this man Baker would as good as cost us the war.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"However, it is my responsibility to resolve the situation, MGS, so ... please get it sorted.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"Thankyou."}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
And so he returned to his Very Important Business, while Liebnitz, executing a salute that was by now hard wired into his nervous system, left the room ... grinning."}
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Major Ffips-Smythe was a little confused by the orders, but, a product of breeding that one could trace back to the Plantaganets, and, of course, the old School, simply took them in his stride. So, he showed the young woman into his little cubby-hole and fiddled with the computer-thing on his desk. He }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
liked}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 that little wizzamajig, he thought \u8211\'13 it almost seemed to know what one was thinking \u8211\'13 even as he subtly appraised his visitor. Fine looking filly, he thought, given her origins, of course \u8211\'13 no English Rose this one, what? \u8211\'13 and, sitting her down with the consummate politeness of his class, began to look through the Vital Statistics.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Hey, ho, and what interesting stats they were. Extracted early, overall CAP score of 7.2, not retested since. Before which \u8211\'13 one was allowed the }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
odd}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 excursion into the verbiage, he reasoned \u8211\'13 she'd been working deep undercover for the Metropolitan Police's Special Branch, so good egg, all in all, doing stuff around Yardie gangs, other organised crime and terrorism, and, subsequently, had been in Naval Intelligence, doing ...}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Oh dear. A few black marks on the file here and there, so not }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
quite}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 the Black Athena he'd imagined. So back to the numbers. He }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
liked}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 numbers best \u8211\'13 not quite so confusing as these complex human coves \u8211\'13 but }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
these}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 numbers ... well, they didn't add up. Except, of course, that they did \u8211\'13 all numbers add up, basic function of Johnny Integer and all that \u8211\'13 but ....}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
He had his orders and, congenital idiot though he might be, the }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
congenital}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 side of the equation meant he was rather }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
good}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 at taking orders. So he refocused what he \u8211\'13 alone \u8211\'13 was pleased to call a brain and, turning to Cmdr Dianna Langton, Naval Intelligence, clearly demonstrated just }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
how}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 and }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
why}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 her particular profile marked her out as the perfect person to take }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
command}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
, to }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
impose}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 herself, in }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
clarifying}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 a currently rather }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
confused}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 situation in a rather }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
odd}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 colony, the name of which escaped him just for the moment ... and what did Cmdr Langton think of that, eh?}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Dianna, frankly, hadn't a clue what the buffoon was trying to say, or any good idea about why he was stressing his words so oddly, but she did have an uncomfortable feeling that this rather strange interview was bot entirely unconnected with recent events in her life. The vision of SSG Baker \u8211\'13 and his grim determination not to be promoted \u8211\'13 crystallised in her mind even as other parts of her brain produced a semi-satisfactory \u8211\'13 or, at least, }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
polite}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 \u8211\'13 response to the question she thought she might have been asked.}
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"This wouldn't be \u945\'b1-Chiralis III, by any chance, sir? Otherwise known as Chiralisat or, more commonly, I believe, as Petrovastan?"}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
Major Ffipps-Smythe looked positively relieved, beaming at her as he agreed that this was, indeed, the colony he'd had in mind.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
"And that's the job. Not on your own, of course \u8211\'13 there's a senior NCO, capable chap, lots of }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
military}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 experience, he'll be going with you. So. That's that, what?"}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
And that, Dianna realised, did indeed seem to be that. What Dianna herself felt about the situation was, of course, irrelevant. So she saluted her }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
superior}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 officer, that side of Navy life having been successfully drummed into her, and removed herself from the August Presence.}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
It was only when she out in the corridor, heading towards home and her family, that the true horror of the situation hit her with full force. OK, so being posted to the arse-end of the Universe, well, that was }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
military}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
, wasn't it? But that 'experienced' NCO ... it just had to be 'Echo' Baker, didn't it?}
\par \pard\plain \s16\sb0\sa120{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
And, oh god, that meant, she ... would be his ... }{\i\rtlch \ltrch\loch
superior officer}{\rtlch \ltrch\loch
 .... }
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