It’s an easy thing, killing a man. Some will tell you otherwise, but do not trust them.
Most things are easy, when done right.
And of course, practice makes perfect.
R’elend enters the small office, giving a smart salute, “Captain N’orsola.â€
She returns it, “Lieutenant…†putting down her papers, she sighs, “First let me give my condolences for passing of the Captain. I know he was like a brother to you.â€
R’elend nods, and an amateur would take his stoicism as poorly disguised grief. “It was unexpected Sir, leg wound festering like that. We ran out of medical supplies near the end, before your relief arrived. Salves especially.â€
He clutches a fist, “Hell of a way to go. Must have been bad for weeks, little guy never liked to show weakness, needed to be an example for the rest of us.â€
The captain nods, “His leg was black as death when they finally cut the cast off, damned rot even reached the bone.†She shakes her head, “You’ll inform his family, back in the city?â€
“It will be my honor.â€
“Good, we’ll prepare the body for transport, we’ll need a proper medic to look at it before we bury him. Twelve protect you on your journey Lieutenant.â€
R’elend freezes, a cold sweat creeping down his back, “Forgive me Sir, but he wished to be cremated/. Religious reasons. Plus the body won’t survive the trip in this heat.â€
The captain blinks, “Ah is that so…?†She looks over her papers, “That will be hard to justify in my report.â€
“Captain Sasafaru would not rest easy in the afterlife if anyone was to catch the pox which slew him. He wished to be burned and scattered to the winds.â€
Captain N’orsola, sighs, tapping a pencil onto her desk, “Fucking religion, always causing problems.†Waving a hand, “Very well, it will be less work for us anyway.â€
R’elend bows, “Thank you Sir. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare for my trip.â€
Quietly he exits.
Most things are easy, when done right.
And of course, practice makes perfect.
R’elend enters the small office, giving a smart salute, “Captain N’orsola.â€
She returns it, “Lieutenant…†putting down her papers, she sighs, “First let me give my condolences for passing of the Captain. I know he was like a brother to you.â€
R’elend nods, and an amateur would take his stoicism as poorly disguised grief. “It was unexpected Sir, leg wound festering like that. We ran out of medical supplies near the end, before your relief arrived. Salves especially.â€
He clutches a fist, “Hell of a way to go. Must have been bad for weeks, little guy never liked to show weakness, needed to be an example for the rest of us.â€
The captain nods, “His leg was black as death when they finally cut the cast off, damned rot even reached the bone.†She shakes her head, “You’ll inform his family, back in the city?â€
“It will be my honor.â€
“Good, we’ll prepare the body for transport, we’ll need a proper medic to look at it before we bury him. Twelve protect you on your journey Lieutenant.â€
R’elend freezes, a cold sweat creeping down his back, “Forgive me Sir, but he wished to be cremated/. Religious reasons. Plus the body won’t survive the trip in this heat.â€
The captain blinks, “Ah is that so…?†She looks over her papers, “That will be hard to justify in my report.â€
“Captain Sasafaru would not rest easy in the afterlife if anyone was to catch the pox which slew him. He wished to be burned and scattered to the winds.â€
Captain N’orsola, sighs, tapping a pencil onto her desk, “Fucking religion, always causing problems.†Waving a hand, “Very well, it will be less work for us anyway.â€
R’elend bows, “Thank you Sir. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to prepare for my trip.â€
Quietly he exits.
