Sarge Potteiger
Emotional Damage
Fondor orbit
Sarge sighed, laying the sleeping baby in a crib that was set to the side of his living room. Jorus had, rather cheekily, made him the godfather of his love child after that wild night on Zeltros, and so that meant that, sometimes, Sarge took care of the little shitling whenever Jorus had to do anything that you wouldn't have a baby along for.
Things like murder.
Or smuggling.
Or three-ways.
Stepping out of the apartment and locking it as quietly as possible, Sarge sighs and wraps himself up in his cloak. Jorus was supposed to arrive on the habitation sphere shortly, so hopefully the baby would stay asleep until he got back.
Probably one of Sarge's best kept secrets was that he was amazingly good with kids.
Sarge sighed, laying the sleeping baby in a crib that was set to the side of his living room. Jorus had, rather cheekily, made him the godfather of his love child after that wild night on Zeltros, and so that meant that, sometimes, Sarge took care of the little shitling whenever Jorus had to do anything that you wouldn't have a baby along for.
Things like murder.
Or smuggling.
Or three-ways.
Stepping out of the apartment and locking it as quietly as possible, Sarge sighs and wraps himself up in his cloak. Jorus was supposed to arrive on the habitation sphere shortly, so hopefully the baby would stay asleep until he got back.
Probably one of Sarge's best kept secrets was that he was amazingly good with kids.