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"Roger on that, Andromeda; we'll hold down here until the storm passes. Hunt out." Dylan clicked off the small communicator and put it back in his backpack. "Well, that's that, Tyr. Andromeda will stay in holding orbit until the storm passes and we can fly out of here."
Tyr grunted, seemingly unmoved by the howling wind and the flapping ofthe tent around them. "Our best course of action now would be to get a good night's sleep," he said.
"Agreed." Dylan had already wriggled out of his battle dress uniform and, clad only in his long johns, screwed himself into his sleeping bag and zipped it up. Tyr busied himself at his own sleeping bag for a bit, then peeled off his BDU, revealing his --
"Tyr?"
"Yes, Dylan?"
"What are *those?*"
Tyr looked down at himself. "My underwear."
"Red silk panties!?"
"They serve their purpose while providing the freedom of movement my ..... 'duties' require. What of it?"
Dylan flopped onto his back, looking at the tent's roof, apparently making several attempts to say something coherent and failing every time.
"Never mind," Dylan said at length. He rolled onto his side, away from the Nietzschean and his .... unique undergarments. "Good night, Tyr."
"Good night Dylan. You should never sleep with your back to a Nietzschean, though."
"In this case, I'll take the lesser of the two evils."
"As you wish."
THE END