The Communicator, Chapter 10

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 "I suppose you are all wondering why I ordered a Full Uniform Code for today."

 

The various members of his crew, both Naturals and Clones alike, nodded in response, the Naturals seemingly bored with the entire process.

 

"Well, it's because our current crop of Clones have indicated..."

 

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The incoming communications klaxon cut off Brevix's next words.  His communications officer, Powrlen, looked at him in surprise.

 

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"This isn't his usual time for contact," Powrlen observed, a note of confusion in his voice, before dashing off for the Media Center.

 

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Brevix, hard on Powrlen's heels, pulled himself to a stop and straightened his uniform as Powrlen slapped the pad connecting the comm to the caster.  The little red dot at the center of the vispad grew in size until it flashed and revealed a little man, less than half Brevix's size, dressed in a formal, dark gray suit with green undertones. His deep bronze skin, with shimmers of green provided a stark backdrop to his single bright yellow eye.  

 

"Brevix.  Do I need to remind you of corporate policy? When dealing with the, ah... oh.  You're dressed.  Did you know I was calling?"

 

"No, Syndicator Strogonar.  I was just..." Brevix tried to marshal his thoughts, but the Syndicator continued on.

 

"Well, never mind what you were just.  I was calling because I've had complaints from my client, Overlord Chklarna.  He..." Syndicator Strogonar trailed off.  "I'm not one to be caught at a loss for words Commander.  But the evidence before me indicates you run a taut ship, you are clothed, which I admit is unlike you and your people.  But Chklarna says you're always naked.  You know the policy?"

 

"Of course, sir, bu..."

 

"Of course you do.  I expect my policies followed."

 

"And..."

 

"Good, good.  That's all.  I have a party to go to."

 

The vispad went dark, leaving Brevix, head tilted, biting his lower lip as he watched the signal end.

 

"Someone complained about your lovely bottom parts, it seems."

 

"Yes.  And how fortuitous that the boss would call just as I was holding a Full Uniform Code All Hands.  Speaking of which, let's get back to it."

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