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opening on the Mueller, Sir, so here I am." He looked around, then
decided to take a chance. "I made a serious mistake, didn't I?"

"Yup," the medic replied, taking a pull off of his reinforced tea.
"You ever have to trank anybody on your previous ship?"

"Once," Tyler replied. "Is that . . . a particular problem?"

"We get about one trank call a week," the warrant admitted.
"Sometimes more on bad weeks. What we do then is put 'em in a
jacket and tie 'em to their bunk. When they come around we try to
decide if it was temporary or permanent. If they talk nice, we let
'em out. If they don't, we leave them in confinement until we can
get a transship to a safe ground area."

"One a week?" Sean gasped. In his six months on the Victory
there had been a total of four people who had succumbed to
"situational stress disorder" or "the bug" as most people called it.
"And you've still got a crew at all?"

"We've got guys on this ship, I swear, are addicted to trank. Kopp,
he's a missile tech, he's been tranked about six times. Cooper in
Engineering, it's about once a month, like clockwork. Heck, the
reason you were a priority replacement is that the other two SBAs
were both medical evacs. If the timing had been different you
would have met your predecessor on the way over; we
transshipped him to the Victory."

"Weird," Sean said. "Any particular reason?"

"Oh," the warrant said with a slight catch in his voice, "I think you'll
come to a few conclusions over time."



"Now hear this! Now hear this! Morning prayers! All hands not on
watch, uncover for morning prayers!"

Sean hadn't had a chance to meet any of his fellow compartment
sharers last night; they were all on second watch and had racked
out by the time he entered the compartment. Now, as the lights
came up and the other three stood up and clasped their hands, he
wondered what to do.

Being a Manticoran, he was not a member of the Church of
Humanity Unchained, so he was under no obligation to join in the
morning prayers. But getting up and getting ready for the day
wasn't exactly a good idea, either. So he figured he'd just bow his
head and sit through it. How long could it take?