Tweet of the Day: Strings of Retaliation – 24a – Spin
Alliance Military Liaison Office, Arcturus Station, Arcturus, Arcturus Stream, September 5, 2196
Admiral Ramon Martinez read aloud from my report to the Intelligence Sub-Committee. The thin fuzz on his upper lip quivered with every syllable.
“The total cost of the Imri operation comes to over six point seven billion credits, Sixty percent of those credits came directly from Alliance taxpayers,” he said.
Me cago en tu madre!
I lost over three hundred men and women under my command and the only thing this over ranked martinet cared about was credits. Martinez was the rare type of officer who had avoided any sort of combat during the Reaper invasion. I doubted he had never being withing a parsec of any type of weapon fire. Yet he mastered the skill of playing the system like a fiddle.
“If it were up to me,” the Admiral frowned, “Lieutenant Commander, you already be in the stockade awaiting sentencing. As it is, I have been tasked by the chairman to go through TRS financial reports with a fine tooth comb. If there is a single item credit unaccounted for, you will answer to me, is that understood, Lieutenant Commander?”
“Yes sir,” I said, back ramrod straight, eyes fixed on spot on the wall above the Admiral’s cow licked hairdo.
“It will take a few days for the financial VIs to go over all the records, In the mean time, Lieutenant Commander, you are on administrative leave pending reassignment. If I were you, and I thank God I am not, I would seriously reconsider your options going forward,”
A full minute passed in absolute silence. I wasn’t about to give the cabrón the satisfaction of leaving with my tail between my legs.
Martinez smacked his lips, “Anything else, Lieutenant Commander?”
He waved me off, “Dismissed.”
I saluted and left. I hated to admit it but the Martinez was right. Ten years of hard work flushed down the toilet. Add a bunch of politicians pissed off at being caught with their pants down when their could no longer deny TRS existence as a Alliance Intelligence front company. Some one had to be the scapegoat.
So be it.