[Backdated to the morning of March 27th, locked to Miria, DATS Officers]

[externalmonologue]

Agent Miria, Agent Randar.

I'm reassigning you out of the Heavy Division for the time being.

Miria, your partner's continued insubordination, misplaced sense of superiority, and disrespect for authority have become a hindrance to DATS.

Randar is being assigned to janitorial duties for the foreseeable future.

And needless to say, without your partner on the battlefield, you will be unable to contribute to missions the require that Heavy Division's unique application of power. You will be assigned to a desk, cataloging and prioritizing reports until your partner can receive the proper training so as to allow him to play well with others again.

Comments

1/?

[guardianofearth]

Oh, I get it. This is an early April fools joke isn't it? No one could be so categorically stupid as to actually put Miria in charge of anything involving paper work.

2/?

[guardianofearth]

[Miria's voice is shaky, as if she were trying to avoid braking down.] Yes, sir.

3/?

[guardianofearth]

Miria, you aren't really just going to just accept this are you?

4/4

[guardianofearth]

What did you think was going to happen, Randar? I've gone over this a few hundred times with you during the time I've been here. Your actions can hurt me just as much as they can hurt you.

And... and...

I give up...

[externalmonologue]

Miria, you have my sympathies. Were the world not arrayed as it were, I would see no reason to bench you.

Unfortunately, your partner doesn't seem to realize that he and you are linked, and that his misbehavior and the punishments for that behavior will fall upon you by default.

Report to operations later today, and we'll begin training you for desk work.

Randar... Consider yourself lucky that you're Miria's partner. If you were a solitary agent, unbound to any other, I would have you discharged for this behavior.

YOU can show up tomorrow morning to the cafeteria, where Yukidarumon will need assistance in cleaning up after breakfast.

If you're not there and ready to work, I'll add derelection of duty to your list of screw ups, and you can spend a week in the brig cooling off that mouth of yours.