Chapter Twenty-Eight
While Morn and his new children were getting
acquainted, Morn got a call from North. "Greetings, friend! What gives
me the pleasure of your calling?"
2 "Just a quick call," answered North, "to thank you for these robots
you sent me, and for your Engineers upgrading them. Sure, I can find a
place for them on my merchant ships. My crews are going crazy
requesting one of them. I'm going to have to draw lots. You know how I
feel about robots, but I guess these are pretty special. I'll see that
they're taken care of."
3 "They had no military use," explained Morn, "and we couldn't scrap
them, knowing the demand for droids on merchant ships, I thought you
might be able to use them. Glad you can!"
4 "I've really got to get going," North announced, "my uncle's out on
his tour of my properties and I've got to come out and see these
children of yours first hand. My wife is jealous, says if you
find any more, send some to us!"
5 "I hope," answered Morn, "not to have to go through that ever again!"
6 North could see the expression on his friend's face. "Had to make
some rough decisions, huh?" he continued.
7 "Yeah," Morn answered. "The roughest!"
8 "We'll send you a tape when we can," North promised. "Take good care
of those little ones!"
9 Things settled down to a steady routine, for the next seventy-five
years it was only routine patrols and a mild colony row now and then.
One time Morn did find out about a station that was using Hashon
children for some sick pleasure houses. In a stunning raid he took the
houses and captured all those involved, including the station's
Governor, who was the ringleader of the whole scheme. Morn executed the
Governor immediately, but what he did with the rest of those involved
rocked The Empire.