Namyr sat back in the chair, looking completely relaxed, but in truth she was as nervous as hell.  Of course, she was a battle scarred, old salt, use to anything, soldier.  But still there was something slightly unnerving about being called back from some distant planet she had been fighting on to get under control for the Vast Empire.  What was even more unnerving was the person who had ordered her return.  After all how many people faked their own retirement just to gone under secret cover to planets untamed by the Empire and bring them under control?  After all, she had been doing a pretty good job, the special ops soldiers under her hadn't taken too many hits, they hadn't died, and most of the battles were short, to the point, and the Vast Empire won.

But this office, she could remember a lot of good times in this office, some bad but more good then bad.  The thought of her younger days when she had been on the Lambda squad made her smile a little.  Those were the days, a good squad, good work, good coworkers, and a good man to curl up to at night.  Thinking of that oncce good man Namyr looked up as the door of the office opened up.

"Sgt Namyr, glad to see you returned in one piece," Riqimo Pershaw nodded and stopped for a second, "And I see you helped yourself to a drink."

"Well, Snipes is my former Squad Leader, you pick up things after a while," Namyr smirked swirling the amber liquid around in the glass.

"Right.." Riqimo commented a little dryly.

"Oh relax Riq'eswo," Namyr said rolling her eyes, "Booze is on short demand on the planet you sent us to, let me enjoy it while I can before you ship me back," Namyr ssighed closing her eyes and leaning her head back, not noticing Riqimo's surprise that she still used the same nickname as back in the day when they had been dating.  "Unless you had some other plans," she added opening her golden eyes and locking them with Riqimo's.

"Well that's the thing," Riqimo began sitting in his chair only to be jarred as he sunk down below the desk.  Namyr let out a small snicker as she sat up and looked down at Riqimo.

"Would you like me to get you a few phonebooks?" she asked innocently as Riqimo adjusted his seat.

"Still the joker I see," Riqimo grimaced.

"On the occasion, oh come on Riq don't be like that," Namyr said pouting a little at Riqimo's frown, "You use to be able to take a joke."

"I still can, but this is an important meeting Namyr," Riqimo said clearing his throat, "We're bringing you back to active duty."

"Buwhat?"  Namyr asked choking on her drink and coughing a few times, "Why?"

"Things are getting worst around the planet we already have in our control, the higher ups want to concentrate on keeping the peace and since you did so well on your last assignment, they decided to bring you back to active duty," Riqimo stated shuffling some papers.

"Bullocks!" Namyr said leaping up and slamming a fist down on Riqimo's desk, "In other words they'd rather use the threat of my name and skills to keep people in line.  You know I hate when they do that, I hate being a bulldog!" Namyr said.

"You don't have a choice Sargeant," Riqimo said standing up and looking Namyr in the eyes, "You know that, and there's no use in yelling at me for it, it wasn't my choice in the first place.  I thought keeping you on the outskirts of the galaxy was a grand idea!"

"Ouch Riq," Namyr said sitting down and crossing her arms.

"You know I didn't mean it that way."

"You sure about that, I was a real bitch when breaking up with you, I wouldn't be surprised," Namyr shot back glaring at Riqimo.

"Come on now, I just meant your skills were better used on those planets then here being some lapdog," Riqimo sighed rubbing his eyes and sitting back down, "Have you made living arrangements yet?"

"No I was just planning on staying in the barracks until I was suppose to leave, but I guess now I'll stay there permantently."

"Nonsense, you know the new recruits would probably soil their armor if they saw you there," Riqimo spoke smirking a little.

"Riq, I'm not moving back with you," Namyr said rolling her eyes.

"Please it's either that or have the guy staring at you in the barracks 24/7."

"Touche," Namyr sighed, "Fine."