Monday March 22, 2004
Tagon:Breya, you can't stay attached to my mercenary company forever.
Your men are enlisted soldiers and need to head back to Earth, where I can't take them. My troops are career types, with nothing calling them home.
Schlock:That reminds me, I really ought to swing past home and pick up a spare pair of eyes.
Schlock:This one got scuffed in the last dust-up.
Tagon:Put that back in your head, Sergeant.