Two Battalions walk amidst the wreckage looking for survivors of the raid. Hair on the back of necks stand up from the random discharge of an Archfiend, used in dealing with the mechs found with some semblance of life left.
Between the forrest edge and the Drop Ship Zone sits a small command tent. FJ comes in, wiping ferrite dust off on his coveralls.
"Dammit Yan, I need your help getting the techs going on installing this new crit gear!"
Yan Laflamme was bent over a hologrid looking at tactic placement readouts.
"Yeah, yeah, sorry but these new formations aren't going to load themselves. Hell, over half of them aren't even tested, just witnessed! We can't use them in the field until we see how they run with our tonnage specs!"
"That's all well and good, but your tonnage specs are shiite until you have the mechs loaded with appropriate gear anyway!" FJ grumbled while palming a hot mug of java.
"Why the frak do the techs need help anyway? They should be all over this new gear we acquired."
"Apparently, there were two pallets of "Fire~Nog 151" tucked into the cache and a bunch of them are still seeing double."
Yan's eyes closed. The vein in his temple pulsed significantly as he let out a slow sigh. Between the forest edge and the Drop Ship Zone sits a small command tent. FJ comes in, wiping ferrite dust off on his coveralls.
"Booty we captured."
As if on que, a Jurrasic Blast went off a hundred yards from the tent. Both FJ and Yan look out to see a couple of ash piles that used to be techs and another one on the back of the crate being sick over the side, his foot propped on the ignition toggle.
"Damnation and Hell fire, be careful out there! Carlos! Get off that J.B. before you kill anyone else!"
"Sorry boss!"<huuuuurkglrglr>
Another body spasm causes the Blast to go off a second time. Luckily everyone had left the general vicinity at this point. Two techs rush up and grab Private Carlos off of the fire weapon and start thumping him into a safer version of consciousness.
"It's like a friggin' clown car out there. Better call Scott quick before these newbies burn the whole encampment down."
"Well, on the plus side, if they live through the loading process, these guys are going to have a bunch of shiny new toys for the next War" Yan grumbled while engaging the com seat.
"Frakking newbies and the Holidays. I don't know whether to laugh or cry."
FJ heads back out to try and bring some semblance of organization to the chaos. Prophet willing, the Dragon Clans will live through the newbies blowing each other up long enough to have new, tempered, trained waves of warriors and to hell with those not able to keep from getting burnt.
Submitted by Kenneth Hicks #846092