The Blade and the Cycle

Actium slides the window open and pokes his head into the crisp evening air.

"Now just what is-"



There is a chorus of laughter from below, and whistles of approval.

"Hoy, wise old sage!"
Actium recognizes the mezzo-soprano of Pvt. Preveza, his friend and squadmate. Figures she'd be the one to aim that rock. There's no better marksman in his entire Section.



"Hate to interrupt your studelage and tutelage, but we were wondering if you might stretch your joints in the evening air with us!" Preveza stretches her arms and indicates the rest of Actium's Section, around a dozen young Qal. They look up at him expectantly. "That is, unless you need to take a little nap first!"
"You make enough noise, you're going to wake Grippa," says Actium. "Nobody wants that."



"Come on, Actium, we need our point-man!" calls Preveza. "The night is young and the streets are ours! Let's go find some booze, some brawls, and some bedwarmers. Hopefully in that order."