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Nothing was out of ordinary this cold, bleak day on the surface of Kessel.
But then, few things that are routine on Kessel would be considered 'normal' bye outsiders.
“Normal. Such an indefinable term,” mused Kythaar Vos, sipping a Lomin Ale and setting his heavy booted feet onto the desk in front of him. The fact that the desk belonged to the superior officer to whom he was reporting to did little to concern him.
“In a way, there’s isn’t any way to quantify it. My expectations of what could happen, might not reflect yours in the least. For example, if I were to tell you that this morning I thought-“
“Stow it, Dorran. All I need is your shift report. Was everything normal? And get your feet of my desk, you will not forget who is in charge here.”
“My name is not DORRAN! I will not put up with this shameless insulting.” And yes, he thought, yes I do know who is in charge, and when he reveals himself, won’t you just be the manifestation of shock when you realize you’ve never been in control of your future. Of all of our futures.
He allowed himself a small smile, calming drastically with the thought of the impending management change. “But yes, sir. All is normal in the mines. Guards maintaining control, prisoners at the ready.”
General Maradir shifted in his chair. “Well. I suppose you can go now, but make sure Maldet gets to his shift on time.” His attention span exhausted, he returned to his datapad, playing games or checking files, Vos didn’t know. But in reality, he couldn’t care less.
He slipped out of the office. His slight smile turning into a grin, he remembered his meeting three weeks prior…
-opus
[This message has been edited by saberopus (edited August 19, 2002).]