A Web Serial by M.C.A. Hogarth
| 51. Rescue. | 53. Distance-No Distance. |
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52. Seniority
Lieutenant's office. Peaches is sitting at the desk, the Gunny's across from her.
Peaches. "I have a bad feeling about this."
Gunny. "Ma'am?"
Peaches. "Every naval depot has a company assigned to it to keep a permanent staff here, I get that. But we've never had a full company here that I know of. I got here to two platoons, pretty battered."
Gunny. "That's correct, ma'am."
Peaches. "Have a look at this. Am I reading it wrong? Naval Depot A did have a full company."
Gunny, scanning the list. "Had a full company."
Peaches, wincing. "Yeah, they're down almost their entire complement. Including..."
Gunny. "****. Their captain."
Peaches. "How are we going to do this? They've got what looks 22 people, plus 6 casualties they're shipping in. We've got 54, not counting our casualties and the staff. Should we fill out the holes in our squads or keep the groups separate?"
Gunny. "That might be up to the new lieutenant, ma'am..." He hands her back the message board. "He's got seniority."
Peaches. "..."
Peaches. "****."
Long pause.
Peaches. "Think they'll ship us a new captain?"
Gunny. "Maybe. Or they might give one of you a field promotion."
Peaches. "And I'm betting it's not going to be me."
Gunny says nothing.
Peaches. "****. Well, they're arriving in a week. Let's put together a couple of plans, one for integration and one for keeping the groups separate. Who knows, maybe the new guy will be easy to work with."
Barracks. Spots is just getting back from visiting Fang2 in Sickbay when Scythe stops her.
Scythe. "Going to get some sleep?"
Spots. "Hoping to soon."
Scythe. "That new shield..."
Spots pauses, lifts a brow.
Scythe. "Can you do a demo for me?"
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