Sunday February 17, 2008
Book 9: The Body Politic — Part VI: Thanks for the Memories


Narrator: Four days later, aboard the U.N.S. Battleplate Morokweng. . .
Captain Tagon: How is he, Doctor?
Colonel DeHaans: Ask him yourself. We're done with the neck-down rebuild.
Captain Tagon: Pi!
Pibald: Hey, Captain.
Captain Tagon: How are you feeling?
Pibald: Guilty. Glad to be alive, but guilty.
Captain Tagon: Hey, all you did was build the bomb. Vog set it off and if he hadn't, we'd either be nano-chow or pirate chum.
Pibald: I can't believe my remote didn't work.
Captain Tagon: But your doped Boomex did. You one-shotted that pirate lamprey right off our stern and into oblivion.
Pibald: So Commander Andreyasn did get the charge shaped.
Captain Tagon: Barely. He says if TAG hadn't gotten nano-infected it would have been easy.
Captain Tagon: Anyway, the Yomingans gave us all medals yesterday, and then told us they'd deny ever having done it.

They don't want to have to publicly admit that somebody planted a terror weapon in their King.

Captain Tagon: You got a medal. . . and a pay raise.
Pibald: I almost blew up the ship, sir!
Captain Tagon: Officers can get away with that kind of thing. . . Lieutenant.