A/N: This chapter was incredibly short, sorry about that.

Chapter 11: Inconvenient Transfer

10 minutes after where we left off in chapter 10...

Logan wandered aimlessly in the deserted corridors, letting his feet guide him to wherever they wanted, his mind had left his body, and reality. He finally kissed a girl, all these years, but he did it. She told him to go back to the party with her, but his mind had already left. He was now a mindless zombie wandering the ships interior, and had already left the party way behind. His happy thoughts had a train wreck when he realized that tomorrow, he would be attending the mass funeral. His mind slowly drifted back into reality, occasionally jumping back to his first kiss, but then quickly returning to the thoughts of tomorrow. Logan was expecting a promotion, just about anyone that lived that battle would get one, and here he was, standing tall, breathing, and most certainly, alive.

He continued to walk around until he ended up in his quarters by some coincidence. He took off his shirt and underlay tank top, and laid on his bed, the clock read '11:00' it obviously meant at night, he was so tired, he could barely keep his eyes open. (A/N: Just like me right now).

He tried to sleep but his mind was shifting all over the place, the battle, the party, the kiss, the other kiss, basic training, his ship, and tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

The day he dreaded to come, where he would see off his fellow pilots that floated in space, dead. He wondered what the General would say when he came here, would it be some speech he used for other battles? Or would it truly be crafted with care for this special occasion? He got up out of his bed and walked, then slammed his head into the wall with a loud thunk, keeping his train of thought going, even though he desperately wanted it to have a serious wreck so his screaming muscles could recover somewhat for tomorrow. Even though his muscles desired sleep, he was glad he didn't drift off to fast. His computer at his desk received a comm link, from General Pepper of all people. "Ensign Cox, is that you?" Logan lifted his head from the wall and lazily walked over to the computer.

He sat down at the chair and attempted a proper salute, which came out sloppy, "Yes, sir, Ensign Cox reporting."

The General let out a small chuckle, "You look more tired than I thought you would be."

Logan let out some air that was supposed to be a short laugh, "Well, it's been a long day, sir."

"I understand." The General took in a deep breath, "I wanted to inform you personally that you, along with the rest of Husky and Bulldog units, won't be attending tomorrows mass funeral."

Logan glared at the screen, "With all due respect, I served along with those men and women. I would feel ashamed if I did not see them off to the afterlife."

General Pepper sighed, "I understand your pain, but you must bear with me when I say this. Husky and Bulldog units are being transferred to the Katina base."

Katina, a planet, with real gravity. He was stunned when the General had told Bulldog and Husky to be transferred planet side, even though they were a space combat unit. "Sir, any particular reason you are sending a space combat unit planet side?"

The General sighed, "Bulldog and Husky have the highest success rate in the Cornerian Forces, and I'm not lying when I say you all had the highest number of kills recorded at Sector Y, the highest successful torpedo bombers escorted, and you also had the highest survivability rating."

Logan smiled, "Thank you, sir."

"Now, I want you to get some rest, your transport frigate will arrive tomorrow at 0700." Logan was getting ready to say something but Pepper held his hand up, "Don't worry, it wont be cramped, it is actually a spacious ship, with more than enough room to house all the pilots and your remaining fighters."

Logan remembered his fighter, how he ejected and lacks a flyable craft. "Sir, what about everyone that lost their fighter?"

"Katina is also a prime producer for our fighters, they spit out more military equipment than Corneria itself, in fact, they Corneria to shame. So there is no need to worry about lacking a fighter, they got enough craft built down there to support half an armada of craft. Well Ensign, as much as I would love to continue our conversation, I must inform the remaining members. And if you see Lieutenant Junior Grade Williams, show him this message, I will send you a formal recording of what we just spoke of."

Logan saluted him, "I won't let you down sir."

Pepper saluted back, "I know you won't Ensign. Good luck." And the comm cut off, and his computer received a copy of the conversation they just had so he could show it to Joey.

As if on cue, Joey popped in through the door, smiling crookedly and stumbling towards his bed, "Dude, are you drunk or somethin'?" Logan asked.

Joey fell face first on his bed, and popped right back on his feet, "Nope, sober as can be!"

Logan still didn't believe him, "Are you sure? You are acting like you had a bit to much Cornerian Ale."

Joey sat on the side of his bed facing Logan, who sat on his bed to face him. "Ok, ok. You know Allie, Aaron's friend right?" Logan nodded, "Well, when I went to see her at the bar, she was drinking something, and when I tapped her on the shoulder she jumped. I turn around and see you talking to Aaron, and you walk out. Did you do, you know, 'anything' with her?"

Logan shook his head, "Nope, we walked in the corridors, and I guess we made out, but I don't know how long we were there for."

Joey nodded his head, "Alright, well anyway, we left the party ourselves, and walked in the corridor, and did the exact same thing you did."

Logan was suddenly interested in the conversation, "Really now."

"Yeah! She was really into it too, didn't know she liked me even as a friend, but today." He through his hand over his head, and back to his leg. "But today, that went out window."

"Well, I got somethin' to tell you, we are being shipped to Katina, wakin' up at 0600 to get ready, I'd assume military uniform, and we are taking a frigate out. Your gonna have to land your ship into the hanger bay, where as I will be taking a shuttle over. On my comp is a copy of my conversation with General Pepper, listen to it if you want. I'm going to sleep." With that Logan tossed himself under the covers, and Joey just shrugged off listening to the message, and did the same as Logan.

The next day was taking its time to arrive. Logan's dreams were blank, entirely empty. He didn't even know he was asleep until the next day came at what seemed to be only an hour. He also took notice due to the loud noise coming from his alarm. 'Ugh, STOP!' he shouted in his thoughts, he slammed his hand onto the alarm, putting it on snooze, permanently. That was when Joey decided to wake up, and he looked over to see the clock utterly broken. "Logan! That was our only alarm clock! Where are we going to get one now?" He groaned, getting out of bed and stretching. "I'm taking first shower, get your stuff packed up and ready to go." He left for the shower room, and the door closed behind him. Logan sighed, and hopped out of bed, stretched, and yawned. He began packing his stuff up, and looked around the room he has called home for a year now.

Home. The place where he called home, he was leaving it, maybe temporarily, maybe forever. He packed his shirts, tank tops, Underlay shirts, button ups, jeans, and everything else. Then he went over to his desk and found the picture of his family that was taken when he was only five. His Dad hugging his Mom, and he was hanging on their interlinked arms, smiling cheesy like, with his eyes closed. Without a thought of worry, how much he has changed over the years. He then put it down, and got one of him and Joey when he was 15 and Joey was 16. It was after a soccer game, they smiled, as dirty as they were, also didn't care about anything in the world. He also put that picture in its special compartment on his duffel bag along with his other one.

Joey came out of the shower, motioning Logan to take his shower, "Get done fast, I left enough hot water for ya."

Logan nodded at his friend, and left to get in the shower, "Get packed, you should go find Bill, he should know what to do now." He began sliding the door shut, "I'll see you on the Frigate." The door slid to its closed spot, and Logan took off any remaining clothing and got in the shower.

A/N: Probably not what you expected, but you can guess what's going to go down on Katina.