As I listened with curiosity to the conversation of the soldiers and officers, and carefully observed the expressions on their faces; but, decidedly, I could not perceive even a shadow of the restlessness that I was in their midst, while everyone was having fun, even trying new flavours of food that they brought from other galactic sectors.
Everyone continued with their jokes, laughter, stories, expressing a lack of concern and a general indifference to the imminent danger, it was as if it were impossible to even assume that some of them were fated not to return via the same space stations!
So it was that a little before seven o'clock at night, Jupiter's moon time, when everyone was tired and covered with dust, we entered the wide fortified gates of the fortress of NN.
Then, after a time of amusement, when the sun went down and cast pink, slanted rays on the picturesque batteries and groves of tall poplars that surrounded the fortress, on the seeded yellow fields and blue-purple clouds, beings androgens of that galaxy, which, clustered amidst the squadrons in their ships and even around the planets of that galactic region with galactic dust, seeming to imitate them.
When they formed a no less fantastic and beautiful chain, close to a nebula that lay far from the atmospheres of each planet on which it was close to the horizon towards the quadrant in the space sector towards the great barriers of a crescent moon, like a translucent cloud.
They headed towards the atmosphere, towards a village situated next to the fortress gates, a galactic kingdom of Tartarus on top of a roof calling the faithful to prayers; the singers began to chirp with new impetus and energy.
After resting and recovering myself a little, I went to an aide-de-camp I knew to ask him to explain my intention to the galactic general.
Each of them, on leaving the NN fortress, I stopped at the space stations in the vicinity and saw something that I did not expect at all, being that they passed me a beautiful two-seater transport craft, in which I saw a hat in the rigor of fashion and I heard them speak in French, followed by a planetary station, in which they saw her by the station and the observatory, in the hangar, in which then, the commander's base, came the sounds of music
They called it Lizanka " or the " Terekanunka Polka", played on a bad piano out of tune, they popped into a little tavern I passed, they bought a drug that looked pure and strange so they wouldn't look drunk and it would fight a hangover, there are a whole trade of illegal drug trafficking that did not exist in other spatial quadrants.
As they discovered there, the trade of some clerks was sitting in front of glasses of wine, with cigarette in their hands, and I heard one say to the other, with prisoners of war, what they would not tell their superiors so that they would not prolong the war.
After all, what the eyes do not see, the heart doesn't feel, it must be a corrupt political system, well it wasn't their problem, men already have their own war to fight, one more would prolong their stay in that sector.
She spoke. 'You are as you wish, do as you wish, nevertheless, even as far as politics are concerned, Mariana Grigoryevna is our First Lady.
Being that he was a sickly-looking hunched Jandurian in a shabby uniform, he was dragging a broken, screeching organ, and scattering the notes from the end of the opera Lucia of Lammermoor all over the village.
Those two women in rustling dresses, wrapped in silk shawls and with light coloured umbrellas in their hands, passed me swiftly along the boardwalk, those two girls, one in a pink dress, the other in blue, both with their heads uncovered.
Since they were sitting on a stool made of earth and wood next to a low house and they were laughing high-pitched and forced with the obvious desire to draw the attention of passing officers, in which the officers, in which they stayed over the general headquarters from the galactic station to the new one, purplish blue gloves, androgynous beings from that galaxy and shining dragons, were displayed in the streets and boulevards.
I found my acquaintance on the ground floor of the headquarters of the galactic general station, so I managed to explain my wish and he replied that such a wish could be perfectly fulfilled, the small elegant transport ship that I had already noticed passed with a noise near the window where we were sitting and stopped in front of the porch.
When the transport ship arrived, in which a man descended in an infantry uniform, with serpents from the major's draconic empire, and entered the headquarters of the galactic general's station.
- Sorry to intrude, sorry to interrupt. - The man said.
Little did he know that they'd been partying all night now, on high alert due to the drug they'd smuggled in from another galactic sector.
Anyway, these soldiers did not sleep.
- I have a notice to deliver to the galactic general. "They had some informants from that tavern.
- Who approaches, has anyone arrived? - He asked.
- The countess. - His representative replied and, buttoning his uniform, quickly went up to the first floor.
After a few minutes, a short but extremely handsome man came out to the balcony, heading towards the entrance station of the general's hangar of the galactic station, without serpents of the draconic empire, with a white cross on his lapel.
Coming up behind him, the major, the aide-de-camp and two other officers came out, then, in the step, in the voice, in all the movements of the galactic general, he expressed himself as a man who was perfectly aware of his high value.
- Well, gentlemen, Bonsoir, madame la comtesse fourteen. – He said.
When he was reaching through the window of the shuttle craft.
A tiny, lambskin-gloved hand clasped the galactic general's hand, and a pretty, smiling face in a yellow hat appeared in the window of the transport ship.
Of all the conversation, which lasted for a few minutes, I only heard in passing that the galactic general said, smiling:
− Vous savez que j'ai fait voeu de combattre les infidèles; prenez donc garde de le devenir.15
They laughed in the transport ship.
Some of them kept the accent and the ancient languages of Earth's recolonization, in this case, France.
− Goodbye donc, cher général.16
− Non, au revoir," said the galactic general, putting his foot on the step of the porch steps. − N'oubliez pas que je m'invite pour la soirée de demain.
The transport craft roared away.
- I will get a translator. - He said running.
Walking over when she saw him down the hall towards the cafeteria.
- Here you are, the man I want, I thought, as I returned to the headquarters of the galactic station, since it has everything that the people of the Suzaran race seek to achieve.
- Here is a high position, wealth, reputation... while this man who is on the verge of a battle that only the gods of the pantheon of the Um-Mu sect knows how it will end, exchanges pleasantries with a pretty girl and promises that he will have tea with her the next day, as if he had met her at a ball. - He said.