© J.U. Park & Cyberwriter Novel, page  2   <-  home  -> After 380 years service in the Ji'ru forces and 12 years in the PSI 5 Corp., she deserved better. Only 8 more months and she could have returned to her 93 offspring. Why, if it hadn't been for O'Brian and his incredible talents of engineering, I probobly wouldn't be standing here, today." Like a rush of wind, little Ryan comes running around the corner, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Daddy! Daddy!" "Hey, Tiger." Ron replies as he bends down to pick up his son. "You've been treating your mother right while I've been gone, right? Been getting to bed on time and doing your assignments and everything?" "Yes, sir." Ryan says in a playful manner. The evening goes on for a few hours as Ron talks about things he has seen, places he has gone, and such. Then, the message center starts to ding as a message plaque slides out. Ron grabs the plaque and begins to read it. He quickly wishes that it had never come as he begins to read outloud the message's content. "From: The offices of PSI 5 Corporation, Earth domain. To: Venus Class Weapon's Officer Ron Waielee. You are officially transferred from the S.S. Sierra to the S.S. Roc-du-Plune. Report at 0600 tomorrow in Docking Port 19 to start new assignment. Signed, Arnold H. Rockfield. President of PSI 5 Trading Company." "They don't miss a trick. Do they?" Ron comments. "Are they so desperate for persons to fill their ship compliments that they can't even give a man a few hours with his family? If they're so rich, why don't they just start buying up droids by the thousand? Surely that is a solution?" The night marched on, whether Ron wanted it to, or not.