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Edited by GingerlyWalnut3:
1/31/2016 5:52:04 AM
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A hologram lying dormant on his desk suddenly came to life, bypassing the normal waiting message due to its urgency. The imposing figure of Phaedrus, one of the senior Commanders of the Federation and a legendary warrior in his own right, stood on the other side. No one had ever seen the face that lies behind the unadorned black mask, or the body underneath the large cloak and body armor. He spoke in a voice that was filtered through a voice distorter, yet also was somehow crisp and trustworthy.
"Captain Volkov, report."
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The Russian snapped to attention and saluted. "Commander, the hospital has been seized with minimal loses. The penal troops are on their way to relieve us.
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Phaedrus makes no discernible movements, "Good. What of the Rebellion?"
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"They are on the run. Our superior equipment is keeping them that way."
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Phaedrus dips his head slightly, perhaps in acknowledgement of your skills. "Good work, -Major. CENTCOM will request a more detailed status report, of course, but for now enjoy the fruits of your labor. The work of you and your men have just pacified an entire planet. Dismissed." With that, Phaedrus disappears, but the sensation of your promotion remains.
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There would be much celebrating later on the ships. The local militias and an occupation army would be shipped here. Probably the 12th, or perhaps the 32nd army groups, but the 7th would be leaving, now that the job was done.
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Sure enough, in the days that followed the 32nd Division sent several contingents of soldiers to serve as peacekeepers as repairs and elections commenced. Argus-3 was safely in Federation hands for the time being. (End)
