In short, it was a perfect setup to create a candidate for the Marines (known only half-jokingly as Uncle Sam’s Mistreated Children). We won’t get...into the psychology of all that. I’m not sure I understand it myself, but the prospect of coming back to Florida and kicking the cocksucker’s ass was part of it too.My 20 years in the Corps left me with an education, a decent retirement as a Master Sergeant, and nothing really pressing to do with the rest of my life. I’d saved up enough to get a. Sharing port over Vynn’s victory, Jon rubbed his chin and watched the vast orb of Tempestus turn below the window in her state room. His mind drifted from point to point. He thought of the game, the fine taste of his port, the fact that the ship’s character had already begun to faintly follow – ape, even – the character of her new captain. The fact that Vynn was a commander, and yet somehow by the magic of the military mind, she was referred to eternally as Captain whilst on the deck. But most. And there it was. A meaningful look. I had not been privy to too many of those in my lifetime. A few during my collegiate days, when I was foolish enough to be part of a ridiculous fraternity, then more later, after the wedding. My wife had been exceedingly adept when it came to conveying desires and intimations with her eyes. Suddenly, here was another woman who seemed to possess the same talent. Or perhaps that was ego, wishful thinking, or simple maladroitness on my part. Regardless of the. Again Neelam felt a draining fatigue but did not have time to comment because more armed guardsmen flooded the great room. He slowly spun around, holding Gor out, tip down as he sized up the opposition."No one else has to die, Baron," Neelam announced, while lowering his head and concentrating on the locations of his enemies. "Come forward and let us end this."Neelam looked up as a new player entered the field, a elderly man in a grey full length robe and wooden staff, with a gnarled top. The.