His personal quarters were large, with his own sleeping and dining area. Timothy could see a luxurious double bed out of his peripheral vision to the right and a small round table at the center on a marble floor.
“Please park yourself up here,” General Ham said pointing to the table.
Timothy did so and General Ham took a seat beside him before he continued.
“I always wanted to meet a participant of Wheelchair Wars. It made your planet Uisneach legendary in vast tracts of the quadrant. I’m from the planet Herodtus and the latest recordings of the battles of Uisneach were always eagerly anticipated.
And now to have probably the most famous of all the warriors in front of me. It is a special day. But not that you have now twice faced the Tyranid menace and lived to tell the tale.”
“Thanks, General you are too kind,” Timothy replied taken aback by the praise.
“You’re own record precedes you General and it is an honor to be on your ship.
“Would you have a Dworfian whiskey with me, soldier?”
“Indeed, I would.”
The General went and poured himself a glass and left one on the table for Timothy.
The robotic arm reached out from the right side of his wheelchair and brought it to his lips.
It was ghoulish and tasted of strong vinegar but he smiled and said, “Splendid.”
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