"Moon, Elizabeth - Vatta 1 - Trading In Danger" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moon Elizabeth)

УThank you,Ф Ky said. It was still not 1000 hours. Her world had
ended less than an hour ago. She had another couple of hours . . .

УWhat time did you arrange transport for?Ф MacRobert asked.

УNoon,Ф Ky said.

УIТll see that your gear is at the gate by 1130,Ф MacRobert said.

УThank you,Ф Ky said again. She felt unreal, still, as if this were a
dream, as if she were floating a few centimeters off the floor.

УIТll leave you alone,Ф MacRobert said. УWhen youТre finished, you
can leave the resignation hereЧФ

УThe Commandant said on his desk,Ф Ky said.

УThatТs right. And so it will be; just tell me when youТre finished.Ф He
nodded and went out, shutting the door silently behind him.

She putNaval Etiquette: Essentials for Officers into the reader and
found that someone had already bookmarked the section on
resignations. Voluntary and involuntary, sections of the legal code
relating to, forms of appropriate and inappropriate . . . She paused
there and looked at the appropriate wording for resigning oneТs
commission while in command of a ship, while in command of a
flotilla, while between commands, while on leave, while suffering an
incurable mental or physical condition precluding further duty . . .
ThatТs me, Ky thought. Suffering from an incurable tendency to
trust people in trouble and help lame dogs.

She turned to the keyboardЧshe didnТt trust her voice to use the
speech-activated systemЧand copied in the phrasing. УI, [name],
hereby resign my [cadetship/commission] for reasons of [reason.]Ф
УI, Kylara Evangeline Dominique Vatta, hereby resign my cadetship
for reasons of overwhelming stupidity and weak sentimentality.Ф
No, that wouldnТt do. УFor reasons of totally unfair blame for
something I didnТt do.Ф That wouldnТt do either. УFor reasons of a
mental illness called gullibility?Ф УSoftheartedness?Ф No.

Tears blurred her vision suddenly; she blinked them back. Memory
stirred, bringing her Mandy RocherТs image as he sat, shoulders
hunched, hands trembling a little, telling her that he had to find a
chaplain, he really did. Had his hands trembled with secret laughter
that she was so easy to fool? Had he looked down to hide the
scorn in his eyes? He was such a little . . . little . . . she searched
her vocabulary for a sufficiently descriptive phrase. Insignificant.
Forgettable. Boring. Pitiful. Nonentity. And to lose her cadetship
because ofhim !