[h3][center][b]M-0018[/b][/center][/h3]

	The new captain had finished inspection and withdrew to his office to undoubtedly look over mission details and prepare a company punishment for the abhorrent mess the barracks was in. 2 cots were out of regulation by 1 whole inch in their creases, a trooper had left his locker unlocked and worst of all a layer of dust a settled on a shelf. Unacceptable. The squad had dispersed taking the Captain's leave as a break of attention. Typically M-0018 would have kept position until ordered but he felt it mission imperative that in the absence of an NCO and the condition of his squad that the status of the outpost be discussed with the Captain.

	He kept form as he marched to the officer door, gave the expected 2 knocks and monotoned, "M-0018 requesting permission to enter. This unit deems it necessary that the Captain be kept up to date on outpost logs and previous recon outcomes."

[h3][center][b]Crusty[/b][/center][/h3]

	The trip to the one of the Good Captain's fences was a harrowing one. The captain looked like he was ready to vent her out the airlocks! Yeesh, it was just a little explosion and murder of civillians. Still she felt awful guilty for it, she avoided him during the venture and even kept her ordinance "maintenance" to a minimum. When they reached planetside she feared history would repeat itself when the Captain told her to count the number of smugglers present in a nearby bar. Luckily he returned with a big ol' grin from his fence. Must have been big. 

*GASP* Maybe he bought her that thermite purifier!
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...
Nope, just a more of his "Special Time" books.

Still she spoke, [color=a36209]"So...uh... captain, now that we're done with the thing. Whats next? Exploiting natives? Raping of the earth? Widescale genocide? Hit job? Or... or... I got it! Planting live mines on a pre-industrial planet for laughs!?[/color]

She looked up expectantly, the Captain always had the best ways to spend a weekend.