Rocket Japanese 4

“Commander Commodus,” Vectis said in as civilized a tone as he could manage, “I cannot transfer you.  Once we start that—”    “Rocket Japanese can transfer me—”“I can, but I won’t,” Vectis said.  “Now, whether you like it or not, you are a commander in the Roman army.  Act like one.”     Commodus clamped his mouth shut, contemplating his next move.    The surest route to disaster, Vectis knew, was to start granting transfers to officers.  Continuity was important.  Even incompetent officers like Commodus served a purpose, if only to maintain morale among the soldiers.    “Gaius Commodus,” Vectis said, trying to sound like a friend.