Peabody woke me up from my afternoon nap to tell me that two of the colonists were missing. For just a second I felt like my old self. That rush of adrenaline and focus. Luckily it only lasted a second. Apparently the geologist Stone and the marine biologist Armstrong were missing and couldn’t be reached on comms. The second he said geologist I knew where they were. Didn’t take a rocket surgeon. I’d seen Stone making smiley eyes at Armstrong a few times. He took her up to the caves, which were still off-limits.
I had McAllister lead the Scout AI and two marines up there. The Scout and one of the Marines went in to get them. to make the trip worth it I gave them authorization to shoot the colonists if they resisted. Needless to say, there is going to be a formal complaint filed.
Stone seemed to be under the mistaken impression that I didn’t have the authority to stomp his pee-pee into the dirt. The mere threat of confining him to the Base Camp resulted in a rant about his rights, my authority, blah, blah, blah. I even asked if he was sure that’s how he wanted to go about this. I was hoping he’d stand his ground. I haven’t stomped on anyone in weeks, and Stone had that sort of pretty face and winning smile that makes people want to stomp on it.
Stone stood his ground and then Mr. Peabody, bless his bureaucratic soul, informed Stone I did indeed have the authority. So I dropped the hammer on him. Confined to Base Camp. then he got all apologetic. I’m sorry, I over reacted, I’ve been under some stress, etc. Not once did he say he was sorry for dragging Armstrong into a potentially dangerous situation without telling anyone where he’d gone. Not once did he admit that when the comm-links told them they were out of range that he should have turned back. So I was the better man. I accepted his apology. and then I told him he was still confined to Base Camp under the exact same conditions. That really pissed him off. I couldn’t resist. I had to site all the reasons his apology was a hollow attempt to try and get me to abort his confinement. I could tell though that Armstrong got the message. You could almost see the light bulb come on behind her eyes. Not that I can blame Stone for wanting to get her alone and impress her with his spelunking skills. But I’m not gonna pass up a chance to stomp on a pretty boy, a man has to have his priorities straight.
Afterwards Armstrong apologized to me. She admitted that she should have known better. She also told me that it wouldn’t happen again. It probably wont. Well, she wont do anything like that again probably.
After the excitement Peabody asked to talk to me alone. I assumed this was going to be the ‘you were too hard on him’ talk. It wasn’t, so Peabody moves up one rung on the ladder of my respect. He asked me to talk to the Marines. He’d noticed some of them giving the eye to one of the female colonists. I wasn’t going to do it without a good reason, since I’m not in the business of cock-blocking, especially Marines. He said, in that round about way he has of saying everything, that she’s led a sheltered life and might not be equipped to handle the advances of the young Marines. I told him I’d take care of it, which seemed to satisfy him. this just goes to show he doesn’t really understand me yet. I’m going to talk to the woman first. For all I know she’s itching to be the target of a romantic frontal assault, not that any of the Marines here are capable of the romantic part of that assault. But I’m not going to get into the business of cock-blocking unless it’s really warranted.
I need a drink.