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[993AB Day 315]
"A transfer, sir?" Sergeant End Right inquired. "You're sending me to Ice Station Crystal?"

"That's correct, Sergeant," Lieutenant Cyst confirmed.

"…"

"You'll ship out tomorrow."

"Sir! They don't exactly sell parkas here in Baltimare, and they'll expect me to be fully equipped when I arrive!" he protested.

"Not my problem, sailor!" Cyst snapped.

"Begging your pardon, sir," End Right spoke up, "but, by any chance, have I offended you in some manner?"

"Now don't get smart, sailor," the lieutenant chided him. "Don't think of this as a demotion, but rather as—an opportunity—for promotion."

Ah, yes. Risk getting turned into a unicorn popsicle to be eaten by a white bear rather than risk falling overboard to be eaten by a shark—I can see the obvious promotional potentials here already…. he thought.

"Aye, aye, sir!" End Right morosely replied, saluting.

[993AB Day 316]
At least the files are safe from discovery, End Right thought as he watched the departing scenery of Baltimare roll by. Now, if only I can find an officer who will be willing to buck the chain to send it on up to Command….