{"id":176,"date":"2009-04-18T10:48:41","date_gmt":"2009-04-18T14:48:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.auroraforce.org\/blog\/?p=176"},"modified":"2009-04-18T10:48:41","modified_gmt":"2009-04-18T14:48:41","slug":"vong-war-annals-prodigal-major-part-1-4182009","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.auroraforce.org\/blog\/?p=176","title":{"rendered":"Vong War Annals – “Prodigal major (part 1)” 4.18.2009"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSir?\u00a0 Should we inform the admiral?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nylan Bridger didn\u2019t bother to look up from his boards, monitoring communications, taking a slow sip of his cup of caf.\u00a0 \u201cWho\u2019s officer of the watch, Mr. Carelli?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The green lieutenant shifted from one foot to the other.\u00a0 He was a local kid.\u00a0 A lot of them, now, were local kids.\u00a0 Nylan let him squirm for a moment before looking up.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cMr. Carelli?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYou are, sir,\u201d the young man answered.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t have been older than Nylan\u2019s nephews.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nylan nodded slowly.\u00a0 \u201cVery good, Mr. Carelli.\u201d\u00a0 He looked back down to his boards.\u00a0 \u201cThe admiral is in a meeting with General Skyy.\u00a0 I\u2019d rather not disturb her just yet.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cShe didn\u2019t go in alone.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAstute observation, Mr. Carelli.\u00a0 The robed figure was her son, Lesley.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIsn\u2019t that a girl\u2019s name?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nylan slowly looked up again, expression deadpan.\u00a0 \u201cNo, Mr. Carelli.\u00a0 The boy is named for his maternal grandfather.\u00a0 Do you have any more questions?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cI\u2026uhm.\u201d\u00a0 The young man hesitated a moment.\u00a0 \u201cNo sir.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cVery good.\u00a0 Now get back on the comm with the health and safety inspector and find out how to expedite his process.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes sir.\u201d\u00a0 Carelli retreated back to his workstation.\u00a0 Nylan took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, seeking the calm of the Force.\u00a0 He could sense the ripple that was familiar and yet, at the same time, not.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Perhaps it really<\/em> is Mr. Harm.\u00a0 Strange.\u00a0 Documents said he was dead.<\/em>\u00a0 Nylan\u2019s eyes slid closed for a\u00a0 moment.\u00a0 It wouldn\u2019t be the first time that lie was told.<\/em>\u00a0 He reached for the call button to the admiral\u2019s office.
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cAdmiral, is Tag in there with you?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNo, she\u2019s in her office.\u00a0 Why?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nylan\u2019s brow creased for a moment.\u00a0 \u201cI just need her to look into something.\u00a0 Sorry to disturb you.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIt\u2019s all right.\u00a0 Update the security documents, please.\u00a0 I have an XO.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 He paused a moment, then nodded, even though she couldn\u2019t see him.\u00a0 \u201cGeneral Skyy accepted the position, then?\u00a0 Congratulations, General.\u00a0 Force have mercy on you.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 There was quiet laughter in the background as Indy answered.\u00a0 \u201cWas that all, Nylan?\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cYes, ma\u2019am.\u00a0 Ops out.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The security officer on duty at the entry to base operations poked his head in the door.\u00a0 \u201cSir?\u00a0 The man claiming to be Major Harm is here.\u201d
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Nylan stood slowly, straightening his uniform.\u00a0 \u201cVery well.\u00a0 Escort him to conference room one.\u00a0 I\u2019ll be there momentarily.\u201d<\/p>\n

~\u00a0Erin<\/p>\n

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