Wallenstein looked around at her temporary quarters, which went way past adequate and even opulent all the way to decadent.
Casa Linda, Balboa, Terra Nova
'We've kept Quarters One open for you, on the
Jimenez snorted. ''We'd have had a mutiny if we tried to fill them.' More seriously, he added, 'Really, Patricio; we've been able to keep things going as well as we have in good part because we could tell the troops you would be back. That's been getting pretty threadbare for a while now.'
'I've missed the boys,' Carrera admitted with a sigh that sounded as if it were of longing. 'But you might as well have turned the quarters over to the commander of the Training Legion. And your own, as well.'
'Why's that?' Mac asked.
'Because we're going to have to move the legions and
'We're?' Jimenez asked.
Carrera sighed once again. 'Yes. 'We're.' Bastards.
'And I'll need to talk to Raul . . . and the leaders of the legislature. I'm not taking sole responsibility for the shit that I do anymore, if only because I don't quite trust my own judgment anymore.'
Chapter Three
Valid moral judgment is not a question of saying, 'Wouldn't it be nice?' or observing, 'Isn't it so awful?' and then insisting that the universe be or cease to be whatever the speaker thinks would be nice, tomorrow, or is bad, today. Valid moral judgment must also be realistic judgment. It does not become so merely for taking a favored fantasy and insisting it is reality. And yet so many, throughout human history, have done just that.
—Jorge y Marqueli Mendoza,
Legionary Press, Balboa,
Terra Nova, Copyright AC 468
Furiocentro Convention Center, Balboa City, Terra Nova
Nearly everyone who really mattered in the Legion was there: Four thousand officers, six thousand optios, centurions, and sergeants major, about four thousand warrants, and as many junior non-coms as could be spared from their day to day duties. Even the schools had been shut down for two days to allow the cadres and some senior students to attend, while key civilians who worked for the Legion had also been dragged in.
The Golden Eagle of the overarching Legion del Cid, plus those of the legions, themselves, First through Fourth, also golden, stood in a rank on an elevated dais, legionary eagles flanking the sacred eagle of the entire Legion. Ahead of those, and slightly lower, were sixteen silver eagles. Ten of these belonged to the ten
The place was stuffed to roughly twice its capacity; there were no chairs as there hadn't been room. (All the chairs sat outside under tarps.) Moving everyone to the Center, too, had been a logistic task of no little magnitude, involving use of busses, airplanes, airships, hovercraft, helicopters, Balboa's one useable train line and, in a few cases, privately owned vehicles and even movement by foot.
Every military man and woman present wore either undress Class B khakis or the mostly green, pixilated tiger- striped, slant-pocketed battle dress worn by the Legion when at home in Balboa. Mufti-clad civilians were present, most of them either propagandists for Professor Ruiz's propaganda group, operating out of the university, or scientists and researchers from
Standing in the back, behind closed doors, Raul Parilla,
Parilla, short and stocky, with brown skin highlighted by steel-gray hair, wore mufti, as befitted a civil chief magistrate. Conversely, Mac and Carrera wore their battle dress, Mac carrying his badge of rank, the baton of the