The Hunter, part 23
Dylan was stood by the window when Rommie entered. She slowly walked up to him, nervous of what news he had, "Dylan." He turned round, his face set like stone, "They've come to a decision: they are willing to offer you and Dex conditional pardons. You can take it, or serve 10-years at a Commonwealth re-education colony. The choice is yours." Rommie nodded, "What are the conditions of the pardon?"
Dylan remained expressionless, "You each have to serve 5-years in the Argosy, after which you will be given an 'other than honourable' discharge, but you will be free." Rommie nodded again, "Dex will take the pardon." Dylan looked at her, "But what about you?" Rommie looked him in the eye; "It depends where I have to serve my time in the fleet?" Dylan smiled, "You think I'd let you out of my sight for 5-years?"
Rommie ran up to him, and putting her arms round his Keck, kissed him, "You had me worried there for a minuet." Dylan put his arms around her, "And you had me worried when you pointed that Gauss Rifle at me back on Kingfisher. Consider this pay-back." Rommie's face fell, "I did try to kill you back there." Dylan kissed her on the forehead, "I know, but you where upset about what had happened. I forgive you."
The hatched opened again, and Dex walked in, escorted by Tyr. He looked at Dylan and Rommie, "Get a room!" Rommie laughed, "That's already been taken care of." She let go of Dylan and walked up to her friend, "Ok, the deal that's been worked out is this: 10-years in prison or 5-years in the Argosy. I've taken the later, but you get to decide for your self." Dex shrugged, "I'll take the latter: I ain't ever going back in a cell, I'd die first."
Dylan nodded, "Very well: Dex, your be assigned to a Slipfighter squadron for the duration of tour of duty. Rommie, your be assigned duties as and when needed. I can't give ether of you security clearances, so you'll be bared from certain parts of the ship." Dex shrugged again, "I can live with that."
Rommie turned to face Dylan, "What about us?" Dylan smiled, "Well, we only have one spare bunk on the ship, so you'll have to sear with someone." Rommie smiled, a mischievous look in her eye, "I think I can handle that."
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Dylan was stood by the window when Rommie entered. She slowly walked up to him, nervous of what news he had, "Dylan." He turned round, his face set like stone, "They've come to a decision: they are willing to offer you and Dex conditional pardons. You can take it, or serve 10-years at a Commonwealth re-education colony. The choice is yours." Rommie nodded, "What are the conditions of the pardon?"
Dylan remained expressionless, "You each have to serve 5-years in the Argosy, after which you will be given an 'other than honourable' discharge, but you will be free." Rommie nodded again, "Dex will take the pardon." Dylan looked at her, "But what about you?" Rommie looked him in the eye; "It depends where I have to serve my time in the fleet?" Dylan smiled, "You think I'd let you out of my sight for 5-years?"
Rommie ran up to him, and putting her arms round his Keck, kissed him, "You had me worried there for a minuet." Dylan put his arms around her, "And you had me worried when you pointed that Gauss Rifle at me back on Kingfisher. Consider this pay-back." Rommie's face fell, "I did try to kill you back there." Dylan kissed her on the forehead, "I know, but you where upset about what had happened. I forgive you."
The hatched opened again, and Dex walked in, escorted by Tyr. He looked at Dylan and Rommie, "Get a room!" Rommie laughed, "That's already been taken care of." She let go of Dylan and walked up to her friend, "Ok, the deal that's been worked out is this: 10-years in prison or 5-years in the Argosy. I've taken the later, but you get to decide for your self." Dex shrugged, "I'll take the latter: I ain't ever going back in a cell, I'd die first."
Dylan nodded, "Very well: Dex, your be assigned to a Slipfighter squadron for the duration of tour of duty. Rommie, your be assigned duties as and when needed. I can't give ether of you security clearances, so you'll be bared from certain parts of the ship." Dex shrugged again, "I can live with that."
Rommie turned to face Dylan, "What about us?" Dylan smiled, "Well, we only have one spare bunk on the ship, so you'll have to sear with someone." Rommie smiled, a mischievous look in her eye, "I think I can handle that."
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