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Bonzo walks over to Petra. He looks rather relaxed, as he's just been enjoying dinner. He's also finished yet another book...for some reason, he just flies through books when he reads them. Oh, and that toy lightsaber he had when he came into the bar is clipped to a pager clip again.

"Ho, Petra. What's up?"

Petra glances up at Bonzo. "Ho." She says fliping her hair out of her face. She had started to grow it long after coming back from Eros. ((This is before her kidnapping, I dun want that to happen so... Cannon change.))

"I'm fine. How're you?"

"Not bad. Been in the bar for a few days now...I just got out of high school...I start college in the fall."

Petra's mentality has been much improved by the aformentioned Caffine in her drink. "Oh? What college?"

Bonzo names a college in Madrid, probably the University of Madrid, though his mun isn't sure if that's what it's called.

"My parents didn't want me going too far away...which isn't a bad idea, considering that I can't drive, anyway."

Petra thinks about this for a moment. Age was a relitive thing in the Battle School and it was hard for her to think about it now.

"How old are you?"

"Still fifteen. It was only a few weeks since I was last in the bar...just enough time to finish school."

"Ah." Petra says. She puts her book face up so as to save her place and swivels her chair around to look Bonzo over. "Well, you are looking good. Though, the college kids might get a stir to see ya there. The high schoolers are certinly giveing me the once-over."

Bonzo shrugs.

"I got it for most of the year at school...in the end, I picked out about four close friends and stuck with them."

((OOC: And in Bonzo's world, Achilles really doesn't exist...his canon is Ender's Game proper, not Shadow))

Ahh... Friends, that is one thing that Petra does not have.

"Ah yes, thoes things. I think I scared them all away." She gives a rather evil smile.

Bonzo grins.

"I haven't a clue how you could have pulled that off?"

Well, given that insubordination is off the list, that leaves...other stuff. That's right. Other stuff.

Petra shrugs innocently, though the wide smile on her face belies that.

"I think the school was rather concerned when I feel in with the rebels. No idea why they should be though."

Bonzo shrugs.

"As opposed to the Imperials? Er...I mean the IF?"

There's a smirk on his face...no, he doesn't like the IF, does he?

Petra actuly understands what Bonzo is saying. She rolls her eyes,

"The IF is doing a rather good job of making themselves into the good guys."

"Of course they are."

Bonzo's turn to roll his eyes.

"There's not a great love for them in a lot of countries."

Mainly in Europe, insofar as he understands it, and then it's because the IF has spent so long mettling in their affairs.

"Well? Who cares? Just so long as they're doing something useful..." Petra lets the sentance drop away.

She senses (No force needed!) another Petra-Bonzo argument.

Bonzo rolls his eyes.

"Victory through overwhelming force, as I recall the doctorine being called?"

Read: Occupation of Poland. And he just doesn't like the IF as a whole on the principle of being set up to die by them, more than anything.

"Hey it works. I seem to recall you doing that every once in a while."

No thanks, And yeah well... maybe he does have an excuse. Petra isn't going to give him any slack.

Bonzo sighs, annoyed.

"Yes, I did. And it didn't exactly work, now, did it?"

There's a pause, while Bonzo ponders the point for a moment.

"Besides...I don't exactly like that."

"Liking something and disliking something are totally beside the point when one is doing something."

Yes, okay, Petra enjoys arguing with Bonzo.

"Why don't you sit down? I've got a feeling our conversation might last a while."

Bonzo nods.

"Sounds good. Lemme get a drink real quick."

He orders a soda of his own from the bar and retrieves it, sitting across the table from Petra.

"Anyhow...what did I achieve with how I ran my army?"

Other than ticking you off, that is...

Petra leans back into ther chair and ticks things off on one hand.

"One- You taught at least 39 soldiers what it ment to be disiplined
Two- You taught me to disobey orders, and look where it got me." She flaces a smile here, meaning that number two was a joke,
"Three- You gave Ender the background he needed to meet me, which opened the door to Dink which lead to him saving humanity. I rather thing that these were good things."

Bonzo smiles at number two, but ponders one and three for a moment.

"Number one, I think you mean 38...after I traded people out and so forth, it was 38 plus you and Ender."

He grins, to show that it's friendly nitpicking.

"Now, as to number three...that's what's called someone manipulating everything."

Petra simply shrugs. "I belive thirty nine is a rather good number, you did have many trade in's and outs. There were probably more then thirty nine at some point. And so what?"

Bonzo grins.

"Alright...39. Anyhow...what about point three?"