Не один)))

Может замутим что-нибудь оффтопично или из прошлого?

Title: Sten
Authors: Chris Bunch&Allan Cole

THE EMPEROR'S FACE was stone. Cold. Mahoney stood before him, frozen to attention.
"All traces of the AM2 have been destroyed?"
"Yessir!"
"And Vulcan under a new government?"
"Yessir!"
"And Thoresen?"
"Uh . . . dead, sir."
"I see. I thought I ordered him taken alive?"
"You did, sir!"
"Then why weren't my orders obeyed?"
"No excuse, sir."
"No excuse? That's all you can say, no excuses?"
"None at all, sir."

Mahoney loomed over Sten, who was trying his best to stand at attention. Very difficult when you are head-to-toe in a hospital L5 system.
"I just came from the Emperor."
Sten waited.
"He had some rather loud comments to make. Specifically, trooper, the small matter of direct dis¬obedience to orders. Imperial orders."
Sten imagined that he did, took a mental deep breath and prepared for the worst. Execution, probably.
"Do you have anything to say for yourself, lieutenant?"
Sten did. But thought better of it. Why waste his breath? He was already a condemned man ...
"I'm waiting, lieutenant."
"Uh, begging your pardon, sir," Sten croaked. "But you just called me lieutenant."
Mahoney laughed, then sat on the edge of the hos¬pital bed. "A direct commission from the Emperor him¬self, lad." He reached into his tunic and pulled out a pair of small silver bars. And Sten's knife. He laid them on the bed.
Sten was sure he was either dreaming or Mahoney was mad, or both. "But, I thought I, uh . . ."
"The boss man was happier than a piece of beef snuggled up to a hot cabbage," Mahoney said. "He'd had second thoughts about those orders. But there wasn't time to get to you."
"He wanted Thoresen killed?"
"In the worst way. Saved a lot of explanations."
"Yeah, but a commission," Sten said. "I'm not the officer type."
"I couldn't agree more. But the Emperor thought otherwise. And a good trooper always obeys his com¬mander. Ain't that so, lieutenant?"
Sten grinned. "Almost always, anyway," he said.
Mahoney got up to go.
"What about Bet?"
"Unless you got any objections," Mahoney answered, "she's joining your Mantis team."
Sten had no objections at all.

The Eternal Emperor reverently dusted off the bottle, popped it open, then poured two healthy drinks. Mahoney picked up one. Looked at it suspiciously.
"Scotch again, boss?" he wanted to know.
"Yep. Except this time it's the real stuff."
"Where from?"
"I ain't saying."
Mahoney took a sip. Gagged.
"What the—?"
The Eternal Emperor beamed. Took a big slug. Rolled it around his mouth, savoring it.
"Just right," he said.
Filled up his glass again.
"You took care of everything? On the Sten matter?"
"Just like you said, boss."
The Emperor thought a minute.
"Let me know how he works out. I think that Sten is a boy to watch."
"He sure is, boss. He sure is."
Mahoney forced himself to finish his drink. And then held out his glass for more. In his job, you made sure you always kept the boss happy.
And the Eternal Emperor hated to drink alone.

По книге тянет выпить))
Но не с кем)

Надеюсь, модер потом удалит весь тот бред, который я несу)))

Если бьы можно было отыгрывать моменты. которых ещё долго не будет, но которые уже рвутся жить... потому что ты, сестра, жрёшь мой мозг...

Я люблю тебя.

Demence, ты же знаешь, я говорю правду. Просто это не вся правда.

Но верится с трудом, а играть хочется)))
Звездные странники... они такие)))

Топчусь-топчусь))
Прыгаю)))))
Топчусь  снова прыгаю)))

Мастера вернулись)))))
гхы)))))

А где же моя молодая супруга любимая сестра?
Ой, кто здесь?))))

Люди, ищете срочно лимон для администрации)))
а то у меня счастье невовремя прорезалось, благодаря Бранду)))
а должен быть ангст))

Вот не надо!
Не трогай моего вампира))))

*в сторону* эта наш конь, он нам денег должен(с) ))))