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Chapter 23

Mother Confessor:

Startled by the loud rapping to the entrance to my sanctuary. Marking the last few pages with a scrap of paper in the fantasy book. I rise from my high backed chair and see whom has come, and to see what they want. Pressing the entrance pad with my delicate fingers, opening the door. I see the Ober-Commander, an unfamiliar Terran, and young Centurian soldier at my door.

“What is the meaning of this intrusion” , I ask of the senior officer.

“Well miss, sorry to disturb you, but I have brought you a pupil to take an examination” , the old officer replies, flashing a folded book in my field of vision.

“Very well sir, place him there” , I gesture toward the skeletal chair with the metal restraints in the middle of the large accommodation, “ I should like to speak with you privately after you have shown my student to his seat.”

Allowing the three men to enter, I exit into the hall way, wondering what will be my task with this arrogant looking Terran.

Feeling a bit awkward playing along with the Ober-Commanders charade of being cast as a teacher, as I wait in the hallway. At best I can surmise that he will ask me to force information from the cuffed individual. Then why the masquerade of a title that I have not earned? This thought bouncing around in my brain, though it would be a very admirable title if I were allowed to teach. Though possibly a subject worth learning, as opposed to the brutal sadism that I have perfected. Being master of this particular craft, both as a science and an art. Still the question plagues my mind as to why I am to be set within a particular role that I am not qualified to practice.

My arms crossed I pace, waiting for two soldiers to meet me in the busy corridor. Unsure of what this will bring, but having the feeling that it will have an interesting twist in what the Ober-Commander has in mind for me to do. Then the thought of acting as a teacher, I felt more inclined to play the role despite not being qualified. As long as it helps gain me a foot closer to my immediate goal of becoming an actual soldier. The apprehension subsides a bit at this new thought of getting a foot into that goal of learning to become a warrior in some capacity.

Marckus::

Satisfied with the young officer restrained to the odd device of a chair. Pulling up a tray to set within his vision, I deposit the manual on it.

“Now think real hard on your lessons. I hope you have the ability to pass today’s exam” , I mock the defiant commander. Taking leave with the PFC back into the corridor and the waiting Mother Confessor.

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