Pushing limits

Day 21. 5th Month of the Universal Calendar. Location: Garnedine, Primary HQ Office

...The crews finally got their butts in gear and received their assigned missions. For a full seven hours after their departure I continually slaved over pages and people and maps gathering the necessities for our new encampment. Damn these boys for giving me attitude about a rusty ship. As long as the thing flies they should keep their traps shut. The administration has gone to the dogs today and if we're going to make any headway on keeping this brigade on solid ground we'll be needing a stronger set of nuts. This was war...
...finally, at three in the morning, when I collapsed exhausted upon my chair, a glass of cheap brandy in hand, the phone rang. It was the guild president calling. The brigade was allowed thirty men tops and was to be housed in a decrepit hostel on the east side of Garnedine. Barely, enough to put the standard six squadron team we had back in the old days. Sneeringly, he informed me I had the option to add 10 more men to the unit at a cost. Seven million, no more no less. I uttered my "goodbye" through clenched teeth and dropped the receiver back on its cradle. Gotta start somewhere...

-Sky Admiral