Chapter 3 Submission (First)
SUBMITTED BY: CPT Longstreet /
HOLONET REGISTRATION: <FriederLeimenstoll@gmx.de>
SUBMITTED ON: 2008.05.16
The moon was still
visible, even through the top of his tent. Tent? `Why
am I sleeping in a tent? And why am I already awake?` the Major
asked himself and locked on his watch, showing 4 in the night (local time)
Lighting a smoke he thought that it might come from the tall guy standing in
front of him. `Tall guy …` was all the mind
needed and Longstreet turned up with a throwing
knife, one of those he always kept in his reach. Then he looked upon the face
of the guy, showing an amused Glendon.
“Hm, Lieutenant Glendon,
with all those predator animals and rebellious religious fanatics on those
planets I´d prefer to die on something else then on
heart attack!” Major Longstreet said. “Yes Sir,” the Lieutenant
answered “Beg your pardon, Sir.” “What are you doing here at this damn time at
all?” Longstreet asked while putting on his boots,
getting the prompt answer “Orders.”.
Walking out of the tent Major Longstreet
greeted the two men who were on guard for his tent; Sergeants Ghor and Hennings, and afterward
asked himself why he thought of `Imperial Youth` when seeing them.
“So, what´s up with orders?” he asked. “Sir,
it seems that General Fel has ordered the 1st Brigade
into combat within next days. So you are called to meeting with the brigade officers right, well, now.” “Now? Am I Executive Officer of this Brigade to get all news after
the men I have to care for got them?” he mumbled as he went to the command
tent.
Entering the tent it was clear that more men then Colonel Branet were there. Beeing XO for about a month now the faces of the men were clearly identable for him. He could spot Captain Felth, the most senior of the company-commanders, serving
longer then any other men at this rank. Near him Captain Tovakinpi,
promoted to Captain just 3 days ago, but, as his men sometimes said, still
looking like a Lieutenant. Next to him stood JLT Pharaxes,
the XO of Glendon, who already joined his
subordinate.
A pint away stood 2 more men. One was rather young, of strong build and
clear eyes. It way Lieutenant Burton, having joined the rows
of the
“Gentlemen,” the Colonel begun “it´s
quite simple. We aren´t on guard
duty any longer - we are on mission again. Actually, we are on campaign. It was
not planned by us alone, so be prepared to get some naval action for us, too.
However, before coming with that we should start from the beginning. As I said,
time to rumble and roll out is is x+2. Operation has
been named by High Command ... `Outer Sectors II`”