BPA Rolecall!

[Eppy]

Corporal Whitacre hauled himself up the side of his hospital bed, looking very green, as he stared at the screen. Orders were coming in; Sir Lauderdale had retired, so it seemed, and Josh Cooper had taken the Commissioner's chair. Whitacre decided he needed something hard. He slammed the Assistance button.

"What is it, Mister Whitacre?"

"A cup of Earl Grey with a shot of brandy, please, and some kind of pastry. Surprise me."

The nurse on the other end sighed. "Yes, Mister Whitacre, I'll get somebody on it right away. Marjorie!"

Jerry winced as his left leg shifted; it had been hit by shrapnel. They predicted he'd be back in service in a month, but who knew? Either way, he'd report in. He groped over the side of the bed for his datapad; finding it (covered in dust) he began to type on the transleucent surface.

Josh,

My leg hurts like the Crumpet from Hell. Doctors say I'll be back in the water in a month, but no telling how right they are. Keep my Hussy gassed for me, just in case, and for god's sake visit and bring me some decent tea and a kettle!

All my Platonic,
Jay

He sighed as they set his tea down on the table next to him; the pastry? A blueberry muffin. Just like last time.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

Jerry got an idea.

"Nurse! Bedpan!"

"WHAT!?"

"Just joking, Sandy!"

*THWACK*

The bedpan he'd requested hit him squarely in the face. It was going to be a long stay...

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Quick comment - we thought that Panzer was the Leader, Swift. -Agmen

Which Dreadnought was that?

One of your nine.