" What are the odds that you'll be wearing four stars when you retire from the Army?"I looked at him in surprise—what a strange question."Well, Lieu...enant?"I chuckled, "Maybe a million to one and that's wildly optimistic."He looked at me with concern on his face and quietly said, "That's about the same odds that this military command will give you permission to marry a foreign national while posted here."He stared at me."You know, First Sergeant, that policy really sucks."There was nothing he. "Not everyone is cut out to be a Marine. Some of our offspring are going to be better suited to be Navy and others Fleet Auxiliary. Would any of you object if your child decided to be a Civil Service officer, like young Redburn here, rather than a Marine? And I fully intend to have the base brats from Scott included in this Cadet scheme. Now, uniforms." He thought for a moment. "Any ideas?" By your leave, Colonel," requested Samantha. The colonel nodded. "AI, please give me a 3D model to work. He is almost smothering her in between his legs. “I’m going to have some fun with you today,” he says as he grinds his crotch against her nose. He withdraws and slaps her across the face. “That is for being such a little tease to me and for being a fucking bitch.” He slaps her across the face again. “You do not have permission to look me in the eyes, bitch. You do that again and you’re going to regret it.” Then he grabs her by the face and turns her head to Beckett, who is still sitting on the. " With a whole planet taking orders from me, I do hope it will never come to that," T'Pau said softly. "But I do appreciate the sentiment." If only half the Vulcans are as brave as you, I'm glad we are not enemies anymore," Trok declared sincerely."Get well soon," she answered and took his offered uninjured hand. "If your tour here is finished, maybe you wish to consider a posting on Vulcan?" As much as I wished to, but your planet is too hot for me," the Andorian said. "As much as the Imperial.