The Captain scoffed and rolled his eyes while Thomys' Guardsmen silently laughed behind the two. "Not a big enough legend to suit my numerous talents," the Captain grumbled, "I want a statue at that stupid Navy Academy with me larger than life pointing at the stars, maybe with a fleet of starships floating over my upturned palm in an anti-gravity bubble ... well than I might pass up putting boot to ..." he caught himself and reduced his profanity, "'His unwashed hind quarter', in a dual. Until then, I think I still want to beat him bloody."
Signals entered the conversation softly, "Sir, data retrieved and complete. All required records stored and backed up."
"Excellent. Helm! Set course: 'Earth'. Best speed. Execute."
Thomys nodded to the Captain as he left the bridge so he could
