The tent was dead silent again after Tamar’s speech. Ruth especially stared at Tamar with concern and confusion. “Why is she tolerated then?” Herod asked, knowing the answer. “If you all hate and fear her so much?”
“She’s earned her stripes,” Lucifera replied. “Berenice is… dangerous, sure. But she’s fucking effective. The 1st is BEACON’s most elite legion, we could be here all day listing what they’ve accomplished. Ever heard of the Nibiru Campaign? The Blue Sands War? Hell, how about the Scourging of Gabros-1?”
“No, no, and no,” said Herod, feeling a bit stupid. “Sorry ma’am. I am not knowledgeable on BEACON‘s history.”
Ruth sighed heavily, Sheba gave Herod a wincing look, and Amalek stared at her with something like interest. Tamar was the only one who didn’t seem upset by what she had said. “Basically, she’s the second-scariest woman in all of BEACON. There’s a reason why the 1st are called The Bitches- and why Berenice is the ‘Head Bitch in Charge’. I guess picture a legion of two thousand mes, all of which are completely without mercy or compassion, and you’d be on the right track. But our big-brained colonel here saw fit to piss her off.”
“I’m not going to live in fear of her,” Amalek snapped. “The 119th are a damn fine legion, and yet all of you act like whipped schoolgirls at the sight of Berenice. It’s embarrassing.”
“What good does it do to piss her off?” Sheba asked, having regained her powers of speech. “Now she’s mad, wonderful- we still have to do what she says. You don’t refuse a Mater.”
“Glad we didn’t unpack too much,” Lucifera grumbled. “Tell the birds to get ready to leave. We’re marching. Dismissed!”
Tamar, Ruth and Sheba filed out of the command tent, but Amalek stayed behind. “Herod,” he said. “A word?”
“You stealing my bodyguard?” Lucifera asked wearily. “I know what you’re gonna say. You can say it in front of me.”
“All right.” Amalek frowned at Herod, as though there was some crucial bit of information he was trying to pick up on but hadn’t quite understood. “Did the Mater Bellum have anything to do with your appointment to the 119th?”
“No comment, colonel,” said Herod simply.
“… Do your loyalties lie elsewhere than to myself and Legata Lucifera?”
“Yes ma’am,” said Herod. “My loyalties lie firstly with the oaths I took as an agent of TORCH, then the additional oaths I took as a soldier and legionnaire of BEACON. After that, I am loyal to Marshal Grace Diakon, the supreme commander of BEACON. After her, I am loyal to Strategos Yehoshua, then Princepa First Class Sethur, then Princepa Second Class Zilpah, then Princepa Third Class Serah. Then Legata Lucifera, then you, colonel. After you, I have loyalty to Centurion Haman, Captain Miriam, and whoever my sergeant is, in that order. Finally, I have loyalty to myself, my personal judgment and my own standards of duty and honor.”
Lucifera once again ducked her head under the desk to poorly suppress laughter. “And here I thought cyborgs were against the law,” she snickered. “Herod, you are a gas, you know that?”
“Thank you no, legata. I have some bubbles of gas in me, but mostly I’m liquid in a solid vessel.” Herod kept her voice perfectly even. That was actually a joke, but she doubted either of them would appreciate her sense of humor.
Amalek certainly didn’t. “Are you spying on the 119th for anyone?” he demanded.
“No, colonel. Although if I were a spy, I would not admit it to you, so it seems a pointless question to ask.”
Amalek grunted. “Wise-ass. This must be how it feels to talk to me.”
Herod had enough of this conversation. “Colonel, do you intend to keep asking me about the past in the hopes of slowly gleaning information about where I was and what I was doing before I joined the 119th?”
“Whatever gave you that idea?” Amalek asked sweetly.
“Ma’am, I don’t know how many times I have to tell you that it’s irrelevant. I have only one skill: fighting. I have no secret orders or agenda. I am not reporting to anyone outside of the usual chain of command. There’s no profit for either of us if you keep trying to press me.”
“Is that a threat, private?”
“No, ma’am. I am just here to do my job to the best of my abilities. It will be easier for me to do that if you trust me.” She looked at Lucifera, who was staring at her absently. “Permission to disassemble the tent, legata?”