The Commander, Twam, marched into the Genetic's lab. Central Officer Bradley was waiting for him.
“What's so urgent, Bradford?”
“It's, Bradley, sir. And we need to discuss the... Buneuro... situation.”
“What's with the pauses, Shatner? Spit it out!” The Commander said, his eyes darting back and forth from the tablet in his hand and Bradley.
“Well, we figured he'd be one of the First to…. go. So we took the liberty of cloning him.”
“What? You know how to clone people?”
“Well, not entirely. We can put his mind into a genetic husk. He'll be a different person, but his memories and personality will be unchanged.”
Twam sighed.
“I'm assuming you went ahead and cloned him already?”
“Well, yes, sir. We felt the troops would prefer if we kept him around.”
“Why?”
“I dunno, something about them liking him or something. I wasn't listening.”
“Good work Bradshaw.”
“It's, Bradley, sir.”
The Commander turned, leaving Bradley alone.
“He'll see... once I figure out how to clone myself... he'll pay...”