Sancho squawkin' ya. Yer sabre and blaster will be polished and waitin' fer ya in the Officer's mess on Davey's big tub. If any a manjack as much as looks at em, he'll be speakin' to me with a few less goobers.
Enjoy yer sabbatical, Lad. (I'll keep that nice Corsair lass warm fer ye while yer gone...)