Admiral Guzman sat on his polyester chair, a relic from a time when humans had enough petroleum to waste on such luxuries as chairs. A young man in the black uniform customary to those who recently joined the military scampered up the marble staircase to Guzmans throne as his infantrymen called it. The man was breathing heavily after the long run. "Guzman sir umm.. the next assignments been posted, a small camp located east of here X:1233-" "I'll see to it" Guzman interrupted.