Again the Voltron tossed his head in agreement.
"Read fast. Humans have much knowledge. Joined Legion learn human knowledge. Want be teacher after duty tour over."
The commander hastily revised his estimation of the Voltron. It was so easy to assume that because he was big and spoke broken English, his intelligence was somewhat lower than that of the average Legionnaire. Once one was thinking about it, though, the fact that the Voltron had mastered an alien tongue well enough to speak it, however clumsily, rather than resort to the translators used by the Sinthians, said something about his mental ability... and his pride! It was obviously a matter of some pride to Tusk-anini that he could speak a human tongue at all, even if he did it so crudely he gave the impression of being stupid.
"Why don't you use the duty room of my penthouse?" Phule said, his mind racing over this new discovery. "You'd be more comfortable, and I think the light's a lot better for reading."
"Thank you, Captain. Most gen... erous."
The Voltron stumbled a bit over the word, but began to gather up his books.
"Let me give you a hand there. You know, Tusk-anini, if you were serious about helping-above and beyond the call of duty, that is-there is something you might be able to give me a hand on."
"What that?"
"I get lots of communications from Headquarters: copies of reports and modifications to the rules and regulations. Most of it is pointless paper shuffling, but I end up having to read it all to find the few items that do affect us, especially the changes in regulations. Now, if you could read through those for me, and pull the really important items for me to look at...
The beep of Phule's wrist communicator interrupted his explanation. For a long moment he debated ignoring it to continue his conversation with Tusk-anini. Then he remembered that Rose would have to deal with it if he didn't, and reached for the activator button.
"You got Com Central here," came a voice from the unit's speaker. "What desperate situation can we alleviate for you this evening?"
The commander froze with his sign-on unuttered on his lips. Apparently whoever was calling in was also thrown by the response, as there was a pregnant pause before a reply came on the air.
"Is... is Captain Jester there?"
That voice was clearly recognizable to the commander as Brandy's, which meant the other voice had to be...
"The Great White Father, or Big Daddy, as he's sometimes known, is not available at the moment, Top. He's done tippee-toed off to feed his face, thereby giving lie to the belief that the man never eats or goes to the bathroom."
"Who... who is this?" the voice of the company's first sergeant demanded.
"You got Rose at this end, Super Sarge... that's Rose as in Rose-alie? I am faithfully and alertly monitoring our dazzling communications network this evening, as is my sworn duty according to the duty roster you signed and posted this very morning."
"That Rose?" Tusk-anini rumbled, but Phule waved him into silence as he listened for the next exchange.
"Rose?" Brandy's surprise was clear in her voice. "I don't... Well, tell the captain when he gets back that I want to talk to him."
"Hold on a second there, Brandy-Dandy. Before I tell him any such thing, perhaps you might want to reconsider your request? The Main Man is tryin' to keep going on potato chips and two hours sleep, and I was kinda hoping he'd have a chance to fall on his face and die for a couple hours when he got back-that is, if there isn't an emergency hangnail or something to keep him up all night. You don't suppose that just maybe this busy old universe of ours could stagger along without him until morning, do you?"
"Rose, have you been drinking?"
Phule fought back a snicker and kept listening.
"Not a drop that wasn't as pure as a maiden's virtue, O' Ramrod of the Masses... and don't you go trying to change the subject. Is it absolutely, positively cross-your-heart-and-kiss-your-elbow necessary that you talk to the Cheez Whiz tonight, or can I maybe leave him a love note for when he wakes up?"
"Well, Rose-alie. Since you put it that way, I suppose it can wait until the dawn's early light. I can work around it for now."
"Whoa back there, Brandy-wine. You know, you've been keeping the pedal to the metal yourself there lately. Now, realizing that you have to be in top sergeant shape to kick some sense into our merry band when the officers aren't looking, don't you think it might be a good idea to catch a few winks yourself while the tide's out?"
"What are you? My mother?"
"Just your average loyal Legionnaire trying to do her best to help the wheels of our mighty war machine turning smoothly instead of goin' flat. While there may not be much that I can do personally to assist our fearless leader, I feel it behooves me to try to see to it that those who can make a difference stay on their feet and function at something approximating maximum efficiency. Get my drift, or am I goin' too fast for you?"
Brandy's laugh was clear over the communicator.
"All right. You win. I'll get some sleep and pick it up from here tomorrow. Good night now... Mother. Brandy out."
"That Rose?" Tusk-anini said, repeating his earlier question as the communicator went dead.
"It sure as hell was." Phule grinned. "Come on up when you're ready, Tusk-anini. I've got to go talk to that woman!"
The commander flew back up the stairs, nearly breaking down the door of the penthouse in his enthusiasm and eagerness.
"I overheard that last exchange, Rose," he exclaimed, bursting into the room. "You were fantastic!"
"Uggle mpt."
Stunned, the captain stopped in his tracks and stared at the Legionnaire who a moment before had been verbally the height of confidence and wit. Head bowed and blushing, she was the same as she had been when he left the room.
"I... I'm sorry. Didn't mean to shout," he said carefully. "I just wanted to compliment you on your handling of Brandy's call. "
Rose blushed and shrugged, but kept her eyes averted.
"Well, I guess I'll follow your advice and get some sleep now. Oh. I told Tusk-anini he could do his reading up here. He'll be up in a few minutes."
That got him a nod, but no more. After a moment's hesitation, he retreated through the connecting door into his bedroom.
Once within his sanctum, Phule leaned back against the now closed door and thought hard for several long minutes. Finally, with careful deliberation, he raised his hand and punched the proper key on his wrist communicator.
"This is the all-night voice of Com Central," came the now familiar voice. "How may we help you decide what to do with the rest of your life?"
"Rose? Captain Jester here," Phule said, sinking into a chair with a smile.
"Why you High-ranking Rascal. Didn't you promise me you were going to go beddie-bye?"
"Truth to tell, Rosie, I just couldn't doze off until I told you one more time how much I appreciate your golden tones brightening the airwaves."
"Well, thank you, Captain. My lonely night here at Com Central is brightened considerably by your tribute."
"And also," Phule continued quickly, "I've just got to know why you're so much different than when we meet face-to-face."
"Hmmm... I suppose I can light that one little match of enlightenment for you, since things are so slow tonight-but only if you promise to go right to bed when I'm done."
"You've got a deal. So, what's the story?"
"Not much to tell, really. I had a terrible stutter when I was a kid. I mean, it could take me fifteen minutes just to say 'Hello' to someone. The kids at school used to tease me something awful about it, so I got so's I wouldn't say anything just to keep them from laughing at me."