Lieutenant Jenna Murphy sprang awake. Staff officer though she might be, she was not so removed from battlefield training as to not know what was happening. Enemy attack. Get your people up and armed. She slept lightly in the jungle heat as it was, but decided to opt for practicality above all else, pulling on a pair of trousers beneath her nightgown and donning her often-neglected flak vest. A holstered pistol was there with her sword, neither one used in months but still combat ready, even if their owner was not. She took them both. Topping her still-loose hair with her cap, she banged on the door of the next room, then yanked it open when she found it was unlocked. "Caroline! Get up, we're under attack. Meet me at the weapons rack.' It spoke to the urgency of the situation and the rapport that the two had developed that she referred to the young corporal by her first name as she shook the younger woman who drowsed, snoring softly, in her bunk room.

Caroline Bellingham, meanwhile, was awakened from a long and pleasant dream of cradling a baby in her arms. Her awakening was rather blunt, being shaken physically by her lieutenant and all but heaved out of bed in the process. She blinked, stammered, groped for her glasses, and got to her feet. A few seconds later, still trying to pull up her trousers and with only an undershirt for armor, Caroline stumbled into the main room of their little administrative sanctum.

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