"It's time to go, Roy."
On March 7th, at the command center of the 'former' ultimate frontline base in Federation Yosemite National Park, Pallbearer Deputy Commander Nash found Roy staring blankly at the sand table. Nash reminded him, "Roy, you need to be present for the handover and change of guard procedure."
"Hmm." Roy rubbed his temples, looked around the empty meeting room, and let out a soft sigh. "Why does the Pallbearer need to be present for the affairs of the military department? Wouldn't it be more appropriate to ask the Watchers instead of us?"
Hearing the resentment in Roy's voice, Nash gave a wry smile. "After all, you were the commander on the ultimate frontline. You also need to transfer your command authority."
