Posted Jan. 14, 2021, 11:20 a.m. by Captain Alexander Cochrane (Commanding Officer) (James Sinclair)
It was five days after the brig conversation and revelation. As Cochrane sat in his Ready Room reading an Eyes Only report from FedSec, a voice came from his desk interface. =/\= Yeah, nasty couple’a screws, those two. =/\= said a gravely voice with a pronounced drawl. =/\= Can’t say I didn’t enjoy watching the cops toss them in the wagon. Just wish that backwater still had the death penalty. Life is too good for ‘em, you ask me. =/\= Cochrane softly snorted and said =/\= Wouldn’t expect you to feel any other way, Gunny. =/\= and he read the last few lines and looked at the screen. =/\= You did a good job. And I really appreciate it… so will some of my crew. More than you know, Gunny. I’d call us even. =/\= he said with a somewhat melancholy smile.
=/\= Like hell we are, Skipper. =/\= and the comms went dark. Cochrane leaned back and looked at the report for a few more moments before tapping the comms.
=/\= Commander and Lieutenant Calloway, report to the Ready Room immediately. =/\= He turned in his chair to look up at the gold ox figure on the high shelf on the wall behind the desk. “You could have told me that being in charge was such a pain in the ass, you know…” and he smiled slightly and then turned back around and waited for the persona dramatis to arrive.
Cochrane, CO
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