ONE LOUSY PARSEC
Finding transport to Emerald was not easy. Emerald's chief exports were agricultural in nature, moved about by enormous grain ships of every shape and size. One ship fitted with refrigeration cargo capacity had just completed a turn for a meat packing consortium on Emerald, and was heading back for yet another. The captain was taking on passengers for the return trip, and soon filled up with soldiers willing to meet his price- Cr5000 per head, so to speak.
The accommodations were charming, to say the least- twenty men per bay, straw for the lucky few who got a bed at all, and soldiers would have to bring their own food. The rules were simple, to match-all weapons to be checked with the crew, no fighting, and all complaints would be ignored.
After an "uneventful" trip, the bay doors were opened, and the heroic veterans of the Fifth Frontier War were unceremoniously dumped off in a field next to a slaughter house outside of Emerald starport.