Katz was dressing in his full dress black and red uniform. Adjusting the peaked cap before he set it on his head, and pulled it down to shield his eyes. Turning as Pasha came through the door to his office, leading a pair of Orange coveralled maintenance Techies who were carrying a body bag to remove the offending messenger that had stormed into his office earlier.
What? Katz asked, adjusting the captains star on his epaulettes.
I was wondering when you were going to finally get around to promoting me, Comrade, Pasha quipped, reloading his shotgun. You just through the ranks like meteor, while poor old Pasha gets left behind with lousy salary
I will get on it, Katz said. Master Chief good for you? Or should I just get it over with and make you Admiral right now?
Pasha grunted a smile, as the rotating doors to the office swung open to admit a very familiar friend.
Pashas eyes shot up, as he quickly glanced at Katz and back at her. CENSORED RUSSIAN! I do not know which one is scarier, Commissar or Applicant!
Katz shook his head at Pasha, stay here and sort out the clean up, Angie? He gestured out the main door and into the halls of the new Cruiser Trotsky.
They wound their way through the ship, heading for the docking bays, eventually coming out in the open bay that was filled with fighters, supply equipment and the Social Credit sitting ready for launch.
Satisfied that they were alone, Katz popped the holster of his regulation issue .60 Automatic, drawing the monster of a weapon and cocking it with a well practiced slide.
The Coalition isnt for you, Angie, he said coldly. Youre a pirate who doesnt know what Communism really is, and you certainly dont belong here he looked at her, his eyes flashing dangerously. Friend or not, you need to give me a damn good reason you are here, or I am going to have to shoot you.
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