No Phule Like An Old Phule by Robert & Heck Asprin Page A

this is some weird-ass job Rev wants us to do,” said Do-Wop. As usual, he was leaning on the back of Sushi’s chair, looking over his partner’s shoulder at the computer screen. “How does he expect us to find out about this Zenobian guy, Leavis?”
    “‘L’Viz.” Sushi corrected him. “And how we find out about it is our business-we’re the recon experts, and he isn’t. It’s an interesting challenge, don’t you think? Find some way to access the Zenobians’ archives and see if we can pull out info on this ancient legend of theirs.”
    “Sure, and how we gonna know it when we do find it?” said Do-Wop. “Even with a translator, that Flight Leftenant Qual don’t make sense half the time. I duno how you think we’re gonna find one particular story out of all the stuff they must have written down. It’s like findin‘ one special bush in the whole forest.”
    “Yeah, I know it looks that way,” said Sushi. “But we do have a few clues that’ll make it easier; Like the name of the main character, for example. And if the story’s that well known, we may find it in more than one place. It’d be like searching-human archives for Odysseus…”

    “O’Dizzy-us? Never heard of him.”
    Sushi sighed. “Sometimes I wonder about you,” he said, looking up at his partner. “Should I send you out to find a bottle of quarks, so I can get some work done?”
    “Better you should send me for a couple quarts of beer,” said Do-Wop. “I know-where to find that, anyhow.”
    “Believe me, I’m tempted,” said Sushi. “But I’ve got some tricky work to do before I can kick back, and every now and then I’ll need a fresh pair of eyes to look over my shoulder so I can tell whether I’m making any real progress. So you can’t have any beer, either. What you can do is run over to Chocolate Harry’s and see if you can get us a translator. We’ll need it once I find the Zenobians’ archives-and we might as well have it before we need it. If he hassles you any, go get Rev to write out a requisition for it.“
    Do-Wop smirked. “If he hassles me any, I’ll just figure out some way to skank it. Harry thinks he’s bad, but his security really stinks. I could slide into his supply depot and walk off with everything in sight, and he’d never look up from his biker magazines.”
    “Maybe so, but don’t try it just yet,” said Sushi. “That’s the kind of thing we have to save for when we really need it. In fact, go to Rev first-he’ll write an order for a translator and sign it over to us, and that’s that. We don’t have to explain where it came from if somebody sees us using it, and people aren’t shooting us the evil eyeball when we really need to do something without being noticed.”
    “Ah, you take the fun out of everything, Soosh,” said Do-Wop. “You wanna sneak into the Zenobians’ archives because it’s a challenge, and that’s supposed to be triff. But when I want to skank a translator from Supply, that ain’t triff, on account of I might get caught. I don’t see no difference.”
    “You don’t?” Sushi turned around in his chair and looked his partner straight in the eye. “The difference is, there’s no problem getting a translator the legit way, and no awkward consequences if somebody sees us using it. But getting into the Zenobian archives is something Rev’s asked us to do—and he’s a Legion officer, so he’s the one who takes the heat if we get caught. We’re just doing a job‘ for a superior officer, get it?”
    “Maybe,” said Do-Wop. “But remember back when that Major Botchup was CO when the captain was gone? There was a whole big mess about whether or not we should follow illegal orders, and who was authorized to give legal orders, and what happened if you weren’t sure. I never did find out just what was OK and what wasn’t, except I figured I don’t follow orders enough to get in trouble, anyway.”
    “Well, that’s one way to look at it,” said