When she was done, her new aide called... "Admiral, Captain Aurellius would like 10
minutes of your time."
"Thank you. I've got a little time."
"Yes, sir. I will send him in." the Horta answered.
A second later her doors opened, and the familiar face of the Magna Roman was there
brow furroughed, staring intently at a PADD.
"Admiral... I think I have a solution to the dead wood...." he said slowly as he
walked in. Looking up only after he finished his sentence.
"And that would be?" she asked as she gestured to the chair across from her desk. "If
it's legal to drrrop them all off on a rrremote planet in Carrrdassian terrrritorry,
that would worrrk." That was what she wanted to do to most of them.
"Well, that is my back up option. However, I was thinking about early retirement.
We could offer early outs. Or... send them to the felinid front. Put them all
together on a mission, and hope for the best- a massacre."
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Regards,
- Chris
