carefully controlled voice. "Ma'am, I just received an order modification."
"Yes?" Braun's face and tone expressed friendly interest but nothing more.
"To Mars. But I'm supposed to transfer off of the Michaelson to duty on Franklin. I had those orders in my hands."
"Oh. Yes. Sinclair." Braun spread her hands with an expression of mild regret. "Yes. A sudden requirement came up and you were judged the best fill for the job."
"Four months out and I'm the only guy who fits the job?"
"Well, you were the best fit."
"Fit for what? This order mod doesn't even specify a particular assignment."
"Ah, well, you'd have to talk to the people at Roosevelt about that."
Paul tried to keep his temper from flaring. "That's not too practical. Real-time calls to Mars—"
"Oh, well, yes, it might be a little difficult."
"Look, ma'am, I'm getting married right after I leave the Michaelson —"
"Congratulations."
"—which I know is in your file on me, and I had orders to be stationed on Franklin, which is where my wife will also be stationed."
Braun spread her hands again. "Yes, well, needs of the Navy. Sorry."
"There must be some way to fix this."
"Fix it? No, no. Nothing to fix. Nothing that can be fixed. Mars assignments are locked in to allow transportation planning. If you had any objections, you should've let us know within forty-eight hours of message transmittal—"
"My ship was underway. I just got the message."
"We can't make allowances for that. Personnel policy is built around firm rules to ensure everyone is treated fairly."
" Fairly ?"
Braun ignored Paul's biting rejoinder. "This is a great career move, Paul. Absolutely. People fight for the chance to serve on Mars."
"It's a hardship tour and if people are fighting for the chance why don't we let one of them fill this job you want to send me to?"
"Paul, I can't second-guess the judgment of the people on Mars. They judged you best qualified."
"For what ? And why was my name even up for judgment when I already had orders to Franklin?"
Braun frowned. "Now, Lieutenant Sinclair, you should know by now that personal requests are given full consideration but the deciding factor always has to be the needs of the service. You're needed on Mars. End of discussion."
"I could put in my papers. Resign."
"Nooooo. You still have more than two years of obligated duty from your Academy time, and in any case you can't resign within six months of your transfer date."
"You won't even try to help me?"
Braun smiled again, looking for all the world like a sales representative on a used car lot. "I'm your detailer. I'm always here to help you. To balance your needs against those of the service. You know, coming off Mars duty you should be able to write your own ticket for your next assignment. Be sure to have a preference on file. We'll do everything we can to make it happen."
Paul just stared at her for a few moments, unable to think of anything else he could say. Finally, he nodded abruptly. "Thank you." Then he cut the connection. The tone of his words and his action were at least borderline insubordinate, but at the moment Paul didn't really care.
Who can I ask for help? Captain Hayes. Commander, no she's a Captain now, Herdez. Maybe one of them can do something .
Once back on the ship, Captain Hayes listened, letting his anger show, then promised to do what he could. "But I can't make any promises, Paul."
"I know, sir. Thank you, sir."
Paul left a message for Captain Herdez, then slumped in his stateroom chair and snarled at people for the rest of the day. Once he could leave the ship he went straight to Jen's quarters to wait for her, but found her already home and poured out the story.
Jen slammed a fist into one of the small cabinets the compartment boasted. "I don't believe he did this!"
"He?" Paul was momentarily surprised out of his own anger. "He who?"
"My father! Who the hell else?" She jabbed a finger at the data pad where Paul's order modification was
"Yes?" Braun's face and tone expressed friendly interest but nothing more.
"To Mars. But I'm supposed to transfer off of the Michaelson to duty on Franklin. I had those orders in my hands."
"Oh. Yes. Sinclair." Braun spread her hands with an expression of mild regret. "Yes. A sudden requirement came up and you were judged the best fill for the job."
"Four months out and I'm the only guy who fits the job?"
"Well, you were the best fit."
"Fit for what? This order mod doesn't even specify a particular assignment."
"Ah, well, you'd have to talk to the people at Roosevelt about that."
Paul tried to keep his temper from flaring. "That's not too practical. Real-time calls to Mars—"
"Oh, well, yes, it might be a little difficult."
"Look, ma'am, I'm getting married right after I leave the Michaelson —"
"Congratulations."
"—which I know is in your file on me, and I had orders to be stationed on Franklin, which is where my wife will also be stationed."
Braun spread her hands again. "Yes, well, needs of the Navy. Sorry."
"There must be some way to fix this."
"Fix it? No, no. Nothing to fix. Nothing that can be fixed. Mars assignments are locked in to allow transportation planning. If you had any objections, you should've let us know within forty-eight hours of message transmittal—"
"My ship was underway. I just got the message."
"We can't make allowances for that. Personnel policy is built around firm rules to ensure everyone is treated fairly."
" Fairly ?"
Braun ignored Paul's biting rejoinder. "This is a great career move, Paul. Absolutely. People fight for the chance to serve on Mars."
"It's a hardship tour and if people are fighting for the chance why don't we let one of them fill this job you want to send me to?"
"Paul, I can't second-guess the judgment of the people on Mars. They judged you best qualified."
"For what ? And why was my name even up for judgment when I already had orders to Franklin?"
Braun frowned. "Now, Lieutenant Sinclair, you should know by now that personal requests are given full consideration but the deciding factor always has to be the needs of the service. You're needed on Mars. End of discussion."
"I could put in my papers. Resign."
"Nooooo. You still have more than two years of obligated duty from your Academy time, and in any case you can't resign within six months of your transfer date."
"You won't even try to help me?"
Braun smiled again, looking for all the world like a sales representative on a used car lot. "I'm your detailer. I'm always here to help you. To balance your needs against those of the service. You know, coming off Mars duty you should be able to write your own ticket for your next assignment. Be sure to have a preference on file. We'll do everything we can to make it happen."
Paul just stared at her for a few moments, unable to think of anything else he could say. Finally, he nodded abruptly. "Thank you." Then he cut the connection. The tone of his words and his action were at least borderline insubordinate, but at the moment Paul didn't really care.
Who can I ask for help? Captain Hayes. Commander, no she's a Captain now, Herdez. Maybe one of them can do something .
Once back on the ship, Captain Hayes listened, letting his anger show, then promised to do what he could. "But I can't make any promises, Paul."
"I know, sir. Thank you, sir."
Paul left a message for Captain Herdez, then slumped in his stateroom chair and snarled at people for the rest of the day. Once he could leave the ship he went straight to Jen's quarters to wait for her, but found her already home and poured out the story.
Jen slammed a fist into one of the small cabinets the compartment boasted. "I don't believe he did this!"
"He?" Paul was momentarily surprised out of his own anger. "He who?"
"My father! Who the hell else?" She jabbed a finger at the data pad where Paul's order modification was
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