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1st Lieutenant Izulde "Izzy" Unon'Dall of the Crimson Lance surveyed the drop-point alongside his long-time "Lancemate" Toff Mytropan. High command ordered them to reinforce the small contingent of mostly fresh recruits and even some cadets who were struggling to fend off the slight Archadian resistance on the partly liberated industrial planet of Beliah 3; one of the CCW's most relied upon source for imported military sensor equipment. The high command needed them to capture and hold the factories, and get them churning out sensors for newly-built warships.

Beliah 3 was an arid, rocky world with few natural resources yet strange natural beauty, if one was fond of pebbly deserts, craggy mountains, and rocky mesas. One of its few natural resources was metal ores used in the construction of electronic communications and scanning equipment.

The Crimson Lance was a "special forces" unit that answered only to the CCW's Military High Command Council, no one else; meaning they had president over generals and starship captains when in combat. The Crimson Lance had a reputation for being able to "get s**t done" when no other unit could. They were well-armed and well-trained; able to take on any threat that Archadia threw at them. Today's threat would be no different. Izzy and Toff already knew they'd rendezvous with the unit they were supposed to join-up with and show those kids how war was really fought.

Izzy was a Dunmer Eldar, hailing from the planet of H'laa Ooloth. His skin was graphite gray, and bore many scars. His hair, all but buzzed off was snow-white. His eyes were a vibrant yellow-orange in color, and clearly knew pain and suffering, both in the poetic sense and the literal sense, as in he knew how to cause pain and suffering. His stature was slight, as he only stood at a hair above five foot six and weighed less than a hundred and forty pounds. Due to an injury during the war, both of Izzy's legs were replaced with cybernetics from about midway up his thigh.

Toff was a Bothu; a humanoid that resembled an anthropomorphic lynx, Toff was taller than Izzy, but built with the same lithe frame. His fur was a mottled off-white, with darker patches on his face and chest. Toff's eyes were a pale goldenrod yellow.

Both wore similar combat armor accented in red and black; the fancy, expensive kind with the passive-camo that changed the major color of the armor to blend with the surroundings, somewhat like a chameleon's skin.

"So." Toff started, as he closed a file on his wrist-mounted computer. "We're supposed to meet up with a small contingent of troops about half a click up this road. They're mostly freshcuts and even a few pre-grads from the local academy... basically kids with automatic weaponry against the might of the Imperial Army." Toff said with a chuckle.

"Well then." Izulde said, starting down the battered road. "Let's give those Cadet's a little lesson on how to kill an Archadian." He replied, checking over his CACR rifle.

((OOC: That's the Coalition Military Combat Rifle, what most average soldiers use))

The small drop-ship landed outside of the ruined apartment complex that the Cadets and few remaining enlisted CCW armed forces members were using as a forward operating base.

Izzy hopped out of the back, after Toff, and they walked toward the sorry-looking batch of recruits and cadets that were holding this "control point."

The Dunmer Eldar surveyed the group. He could tell they were all scared shitless, and probably hadn't used their CMCRs on anything but paper targets.

"Good morning, soldiers." Izzy said with a chuckle. "I'm First Lieutenant Izulde Unon'Dall, and my friend here is First Lieutenant Toff Mytropan. From here on in, this unit answers to the Crimson Lance's - our authority. We tell you to shoot something, you shoot it. We tell you to blow something up, you set the charges then blow it to bits." He paused, looking them over. "Understood?" He asked. "Now, who is in charge of recon and intel here?"

"Serve alongside the 'Lance, and I can guarantee the lot of you a medal, or a body bag, or both... But I'll try my damnedest to make sure that it's the former, and not the latter two." He said with a chuckle, entering the "base", to assess what they had for supplies and whatnot.