Stumbling backwards, Jonas mumbled, "Yes, Master Sergeant," before he tripped over his own feet, stumbling and turning, to find the back of the line.
Again.
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Samson was finally getting back into the swing of things after sending that kid on the way to the recruit depot.
The amount of insanity and 'world-ends-now-if-paperwork-is-not-signed-absolutely-right-positively-now' nonsense that crawled out of the woodwork at the slightest provocation was astounding. Granted he'd pushed most of that dross off to the side but it still took time to sort through the irrelevant nonsense to find what needed to be done. All his installations had their own independent power grids or were self-sufficient with backups and unaffected by the night's silliness. The Academy figuratively shuddered and sho
