Porridge
28 Apr 2020Maggie Oz
Lord Royston Batty, Duke of Baal sector wasn't a bad person.He was just a player. He could pilot a ship well enough but where most made their fortunes in the commerce of the Human Sphere of the Galaxy, Roy focused on gaining true power. Knowing who was whom and what was what was his greatest skill and he used that to establish himself as a power broker of the Imperium.
Why would you bother to research a profitable trade route when a comm call was all that was needed to get what ever your heart desired?
From his chambers on the top level of the Royal Imperial Navy Sector Headquarters building on Baal he spent his days "staying in touch" with his minions below and Masters above.
The comm chimed.
"Oh it's Maggie," he thought to himself with a spark of delight.
He accepted the call
"Hello ROY," she said with mock pleasantry through clenched teeth, "you'll never guess where I am"
"Where's that?" He replied, not daring to guess, trying to sound offhand
"I'M IN PRIS-ON " she shouted quietly, teeth still clenched
"Oh," said Roy "What's happened?"
"Your stupid fucking election plan is what fucking happened" she replied " Your bloody mates thought it would really help if I pinched some data from an opposition ground station. "It'll be fine they said, nothing heavy" they didn't mention I'd be slapped with a fine for trespassing though. I handed myself in expecting to just pay a fine but they threw me in the bloody slammer! "
"Oh, did you not know they are always custodial if you pay on site?" replied Roy
"How the fuck would I know! I've never had any sort of fine before!"
"Oh well that is bad luck, but just pay the fine and you'll be good to go."
"Would I be bloody well calling you if that was the case?" She snapped "of course the facility I'm banged up in is the same one I "outraged" a couple of days ago. I'm being held for re-edu fucking cation.
Just then there was a commotion off screen that Roy couldn't see.
"Wha has this Jezzabelle been given access to a co-mun-ee-cation facility? End this call at once! And return to your cell. You two ree-strain her! "
"ROY GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE" Maggie screamed all pretence of hiding now dropped
"Hush yer mouth woman, Satan has yer tongue!"
Roy saw a struggle ensue, a hapless guard crumpling to the floor grasping a shattered crotch, Maggie being grappled by two others
"Turn that thang off"
"ROY H..."
The line went dead.
Roy pressed a button on the comm.
After a short pause Sir Richard Deckard, Maggie's Aide d'Camp answered.
"Yessir?"
"Rick, take a ship to LEHPM 1902, Puleston Penal Colony and collect Lady Magdalena would you?"
"Yessir, I'll get right on it"
" Good man, I'll send over an Imperial Order of Release." Roy replied " Oh, and Rick take a couple of Marines with you, females. CSM Cloverdale and Ensign Williams perhaps?"
"Will do Sir, are we to expect trouble from the guards, Sir?"
"NO, Lady Magdalena though ....... "
"I see Sir," said Deckard with a grin.