Evening Fortification

I stepped down from the bottle-cap overlook and marched back to Outpost Alpha as evening shadows lengthened. Unit 25102 was still safely upright against the cardboard coasters. To prepare our bivouac for the night, I retrieved a clean, dropped wooden ice cream stick from near the rug corner. Gripping it firmly with both hands, I wedged it diagonally between the coaster stack and the baseboard trim. The timber beam forms an angled barrier across our front flank. I racked my blaster into low-ready, sat beside my comrade, and watched the room darken.