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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stonegod" data-source="post: 3287436" data-attributes="member: 36973">Lem checked his gear. Knife, check. Gun, check. Armor, check. Good to go. He almost felt like going for a Sunday drive. And... ah, there it was. Stashed in his armor, just where he left it. His petrified Macanudo cigar. With a smile, he bit down on its very worn end.That's when the lights when out. Clicking on his illuminator, Lem internally cursed not being able to afford the night-op for his display gear. Such were the vagaries of military finance.Noting that the rest of the non-coms must still be popsicles, that left Lem as the low man on the totem pole. Looking to the Admiral, the Pole queried, "Orders, sir? I can take point to make sure the bridge is secure if that is necessary."</blockquote>