"Bunch, Chris - Last Legion 01 - The Last Legion 2.0" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bunch Chris)

Yoshitaro touched keys.

THAT IS NOT A PERMITTED REQUEST. TRY AGAIN.

'What about where we've been? Do what Scarface suggested and see what
the holos say about riots.'

''Kay.'

A line scrolled across the screen: BASHEES NG, SERMON CON-FED PUNDITS.

'Huh?'

Another line: BOSHAM RADS 4 STUN; then a third: LOK BLOOIES

TURN WUNKIES BAK, 32 BAGGED, 170 INJ.

'I'm getting the feeling I don't speak Confederation,' Njangu said.

'Guess the joumohs have their own shorthand, maybe?' A rather voluptuous
young woman smiled out. She wore nothing at all. Another line scrolled:
PROKKY SEZ WORRY NU, SPORTY ALWAYS.

'Well good for ol' Prokky,' Garvin said. 'I'd sure sporty with her.'

'Wonder if we'll find something like her where we're going,' Yoshitaro
said.

'If we do, she'll be officers only,' Garvin said. 'The hell with it.
Let's get eddicated later.'

A crewman hurrying past spotted them.

'You two.'

They stopped.

'What're you doing outside your compartment?'

'Nobody said we couldn't,' Jaansma said.

'Nobody said you could, either,' the sailor snapped. 'And I just happen
to need two servers in the mess hall. Let's go.'

Without waiting for a response, he turned and went back down the
corridor, obviously expecting them to follow. Njangu and Garvin glanced
at each other, then obeyed.

'What is this?' Jaansma said. 'Everything not ordered is forbidden?'