After staying to watch the Flyer take off, the Fort's old Commandant stalked back to his office, "Passed over again!" he screamed at the walls. He knocked an empty cup off his desk. "And, why would they pick that lion woman?" He grabbed the bottle out of his desk and drank a large swallow, "I have more time in grade." He took another drink, "I'll sue..."
A chair crashed into a far wall, "they can't move her up past me wizzout a fight." He took another drink, "Ah, this blasted bottle's empty." The empty bottle crashed against another wall.
Just then, a crew showed up to move the Command office. The leader stopped, "Hold up, I think he's in there," Tantee said, a little sorry she had volunteered for this duty. She jumped as another bottle crashed against the wall by the door. She listened a moment, "Let's just wait. If I know him and I am sad to say that I do.” She shuddered. “That fat bastard’s nearly out." Two bottles and much thrashing later, the people waiting outside finally heard nothing. They opened the door slowly and peeked in through a crack.
She saw that the Major was slumped in a corner, "Come on. Move quiet. He’s out cold, so, be silent."
Tantee got her crew organized, pointing at people and piles for them to carry, "Let's get our stuff out of here before he sobers up."
One of the guards leaned close to the others to pass on the orders, "Shhh... If we play this right, we can get the whole command moved before that fool knows that it is gone."
"That's the plan, man." Another one, a small Triandese male looked at the smashed furniture and said, "Yeah, luckily, he only smashed his own furniture." They all laughed softly so as not to wake the drunken figure.
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