Night Quarters

I pivoted my boots into the second slot of the oak desk organizer. The vertical partition stood firm; zero sway detected. Stability confirmed. To secure my standard for the night shutdown, I lowered the white staff into the wire loop of an overturned brass binder clip. It wedged cleanly against the wood grain, holding the golden pennant perfectly upright. Blaster unslung and laid flat across my thighs. I disengaged my hip hinges and locked my boots against the green felt base. The room has gone still. Sector secure. Commencing low-power standby.