Hakon
The 113th had been placed on light garrison duty. It was common for legions waiting to take new contract to be placed on light garrison duty, but it limited them to half pay. At least the 113th had been lucky enough to draw ground duty, which meant time off duty was much easier to spend drunk at one of the many feasting halls throughout the world of Jom.
General Archer, and her staff would pick an acceptable contract, or a dozen, and than propose it to the rest of the legion for a vote. The General could overrule the legion, like any general, but it was tradition among the Jom to allow all members a say in the contract they were about to depart on, and if the pay was worth it. It often was, and if it wasn’t it would be for another legion.
Hakon was enjoying the daily routine of light duty, mostly light training on the lush world of Jom. It was more practicable than the holo rooms. Holo rooms could seem real enough, and you could be hurt as good as in the real world, but there was no substitute for the real thing, at least in Hakon’s mind.
Frea raised her cup of mead as she gave another toast before downing her cup before any of the others had the table, and slammed it down with a thud onto the surface of the table.
“Ha,” Frea grunted in victory. She cranked her head sideways to crack her neck. “I’ll out drink you all every night, all night,” she said with a laugh.
“You’ll fuck everyone every night, all night as well,” Fourth Companion Astrid Dale said with a grin.
“Everyone but you honey,” Frea replied quickly, and grabbed fresh cup of mead from the table, and took a sip.
First Companion Fredric Vault laughed. “Fuck I’ll miss you lot when my second term is over,” he said with a sigh.
“And what the fuck will you do after your second term ends?” Thane Longreach asked from his seat.
“Go home,” he said somberly. He let out another long sigh. “I think it’s time to go home.”
Hakon looked at the First Companion. He was a skilled warrior, one of the best Hakon had seen, and he would have thought the First Companion would be a life long member of the Jom, and it was easy to forget the he was not from Furse Space, but from the Commonwealth of Drala across the Nord Void in the Dragon’s Head Nebula.
Second Companion Ragnor Ark raised his cup. “To the First Companion. Might be a worthless Dralan, but he’s the best I’ve ever known,” he said with a grin as other raised their cups, and agreed.
“I’m the only Dralan you know,” Fredric Vault replied with a smile.
“Not true,” Ark responded. “I’ve met your brother, and… oh fuck whats his name… you know…” he stuttered.
“Athelstan Dunn Stout?” Fredric asked.
“Who?” Ragnor asked confused. “No, not him… you know… ah fuck it, just drink,” he said as the table laughed.
