"No, you're not. We're to drop you off at Midway for transhipment to Folger's Hill. It's a new planet. You're to be Earth representative to the people of Folger's Hill. The first shipload of colonists arrived about a month ago."
"I see," Capt. Shaeffer said.
"The salary's good," the ship's captain said.
"Suppose I don't want to go?"
"I've got orders to leave you at Midway. I'd want to go if I were you. They want you out of the way for a little while. You can't fight it. You've been appointed a General in the Defense Forces, so you're now under military law—and it's an order."
At this point, Ge-Ge broke in to say, "How are things going in Xxla?"
General Shaeffer choked back his anger and presented the question.
"They don't tell us anything. The crew is confined to the ship."
Shamar the Worker turned to Ge-Ge. "It's going about the same," he said.