Mission: Day 29
Time: 1040
Weather: 40 degrees warmer than the season (very warm); no wind; no snow
Location: Fort Hope
Ley Line: Yes
Scene modifiers:
- Light/Visibility: Bright
Winston leaned over his desk as a voice spoke and peered down at the spider-like robot. “Well I’ll be,” he said, puffing on his cigar. “Picked yourselves up a few new...members. Lost a few, too, I see.” He eyed the Trailblazers. “Do I need ta notify next of kin?” he asked.
Winston listened to Vik’s account. “Sorry about Thomas. Ah’ll let his brother know,” he said. When told of Ash, he just shook his head, muttering about good help. He eyed the others.
The child Bari let out a tantrum. "Are you mean or just dumb? Last time you made fun of Nazo, will you now mock Thomas and Ashley?"
Winston sighed. “I’m not mockin’ anyone,” Winston told him. “But when you’re in this game as long as I’ve been, the losses all bleed together. An’ Ah don’t hold truck with deserters. Got as many of them as well.”
Vik soothed the dragon boy. “I'm sure he'll lay out the resources for a right and proper send-off for ol' Tom, such as the likes of him would be expect, with mourning tarts and spirits and victuals to soothe a sorrowful soul. Not to mention the trauma and bereavement bonuses."
“Well, I don’t know about tarts,” Winston admitted, “but we can certainly put out a proper spread, an’ his brother will get Tom’s share,” he promised.
Winston took Elennar’s transfer orders and looked them over. “Hrm. I see.” He looked up at Vik and Ryder. “Specialist Ryder has right to second in command by virtue of seniority,” he reminded them. “You okay with Staff Sergeant Vik’s choice to put Elennar in that position?” he asked the trimadore. “I’ll institute your three new members as Recruit Legionnaires. Vik goes up to Staff Sergeant, Elennar is instated as Lance Sergeant. Staff Sergeant Vik, if you have anyone you think deserving of promotion, let me know.”
Winston turned his chair around and fiddled with a safe, then turned back and placed a cred card in front of each of them. “There’s yer pay and signing bonuses,” the dog boy said. “Feel free to grab a legionnaire to give ya the tour. I’ll have the barracks cleared out for you and yours by this afternoon so you can all move in. Dismissed.”