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Attention, Region Six. A draft is scheduled to commence on August 25th for five days following. Your location will be the West Central Ocean, en route to Kano Harbour via three ships. Choose a suitable captain for each, and the pilots will be programmed to follow your orders. Don't waste my time with incompetence, either. Put in charge only those who deserve it.

These are the residents who have been selected to participate.

[As usual, the list posted HERE is offered in text form, sans the mun names.]

Your mission is to protect the cargo ship above all else. Within three days you will reach your destination. Opposition numbers, rank, and skill are impossible to predict, however, their equipment often prevents them from attacking at night. Remain on guard, but take advantage of the respite you may receive by night. Upon reaching the harbour, the cargo will be unloaded. You are to continue protecting it until it is safely out of range of their attacks. I would advise against swimming unless you want to die.

For those of you who were involved in the last draft, I have only one thing to say: your performance was acceptable.

Over and out.

[Once again, the commandant will not reply to anything but draft-related questions or particularly inspiring comments, so if you're looking for a response, be sure to give her something worth answering!]

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You'll be a good asset too, maybe not directly with the boats, but definitely on the field...and definitely as battle adviser. You've been doing it long enough at home...and probably with Albert.

[ albert. ]

And he won't be with us this time. Not that I have anything against the littlest Silverberg but...feels rough, man.

He might not be there, but there's still the journals.

...I think I'd feel a little bit like I was calling my mom 'cause I couldn't remember what temperature to cook a pork roast at.

No offense, Albert.

[ she had long ago assumed that the strategist's eyes were everywhere. ]

Well, you know, you can either ask mom or burn the pork.

...I learned to ask mom, because the apartment smelled like crap for the next two weeks when I didn't.

Alas, I'm destined to forever be a pork burner.

Well then, get plenty of air freshener.

And fire extinguishers.

[Albert considers himself fortunate that he understands all of the analogies made in this conversation. He simply sighs inwardly.]

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