"Well, yeah," replied Priam, tilting his chair about as far back as it could go without him crashing backwards. "The Ostian Army didn't keep me 'round long as they did 'cuz I was so good at makin' friends, that's for sure." He grinned about as much as if he'd told a joke at someone else's expense.
"They kept me where they knew I'd work best- with as few other people as possible an'almost no oversight. The kinda corps where I could just pull crazy shit out of my ass and have it work. Those were the good days. But, well. The higher-ups, they didn't much like that. Having a corps they couldn't control. They tried t'bring in some hot shit military academy graduate who called himself an officer even though the only qualifications the dumbfuck had was that Daddy was too rich for his kid to start from the bottom like everybody else."
He shrugged. "Didn't take too kind when I told him just what I thought of that. And here I am. Pannin' through the reject bin as if I'm gonna find gold instead of shit."
"They kept me where they knew I'd work best- with as few other people as possible an'almost no oversight. The kinda corps where I could just pull crazy shit out of my ass and have it work. Those were the good days. But, well. The higher-ups, they didn't much like that. Having a corps they couldn't control. They tried t'bring in some hot shit military academy graduate who called himself an officer even though the only qualifications the dumbfuck had was that Daddy was too rich for his kid to start from the bottom like everybody else."
He shrugged. "Didn't take too kind when I told him just what I thought of that. And here I am. Pannin' through the reject bin as if I'm gonna find gold instead of shit."