Cargo compartment of the cruiser Namibia. The quiet hum of the battered dishes was slightly nerve-racking. The landing was delayed and delayed. Boredom and the lack of any intelligible instructions began to seriously annoy. And against the background, to put it mildly, of tangible losses, some had to be brought to themselves with a hook from the right. I was already thinking of taking a nap on the passenger seats of the shuttle while it was possible, when one of the staff members descended into the compartment - an ordinary representative of a multi-generational military dynasty with excellent straightening and a polished face, but without a hint of real experience in battle or at least for a map...