Chapter Five
Kessel
Battlefield
Temporary Headquarters
February 4, 3030
19:00 GST
Kreedo sat at his makeshift desk made out of ammo crates looking at his PAD. Even though there have been some setbacks by way of traitors, the situation is still pretty good. One day on the planet and they already control three sectors, what little civilians they have encountered were indifferent towards the 4th Skye Guards. Even with that, his standing orders of no civilians around the base still stands. Kreedo just finished a request for riot police/militia units to Nondi Steiner when Hauptmann Greymane knocked on the tent post.
Sir, Do you have a moment?
Of course Whiskey come in you always have my ear, whats up?
I want to talk to you about the traitors and your actions,
Really? Do you think I went too far? Kreedo asked.
No, no I am not sure you went far enough. I have a request though.
I did not go far enough? Mmmm what is your request? Kreedo said with some curiosity in his voice.
Well, my father had much respect for you, and I have come to respect you also, but the next time we have traitors or even prisoners let me deal with them. You dont need to soil your uniform or name with lowlifes as those. Whiskey said with more conviction than Kreedo ever heard from him.
Kreedo was somewhat shocked, and then he looked down at his hands and then said quietly. Yeah, traitors by law need to be put to death, prisoners though we cannot kill them, interrogate and then detain them. When the rest of the unit gets here, and the Red Horse Engineers build the temporary headquarters, we will have a brig until then makeshift cages will have to do.
Copy that sir, just give me this detail, and I wont fail you."
An hour later
Kreedo had never been a fan of splitting a unit up when already outnumbered on the planet but the fear of being outflank overruled one of his personal rules. So he sent the 6th company to the east and then head north to protect the right flank. Then sent the 8th company to the west and then head north to protect the left flank was essential to protect the supply lines until the rest of the unit was on planet or so he hoped. The jamming of the local area broadcast network was working for their benefit, but the techs have yet to hack into the satellite system to have full access to all videos and comms. So he was still in the dark about whats going on elsewhere on the planet. The joys of command he thought, as he felt a headache coming on. He looked at the picture of his family and said out loud, Sorry my love for putting you through this yet again. Kreedo placed the picture down and took up a bottle of whiskey and took a big swig. Time to get back to work Whiskey, WolfLord this is Kreedo I just sent the battle plan to you, execute your orders at 0600.
Roger boss. They both answered at the same time over the radio. Xenon this is Kreedo, battle plan is uploaded prepare the troops.
Kessel
Battlefield
40 miles from Spaceport
February 5, 3030
07:00 GST
WolfPack
Hauptmann Eugen Broadberry aka WolfLord loved to be in charged, loved to be in front of the lines, and best of all loved to kill the enemy. Whether it was from his weapons or weapons from a friendly, it did not matter a dead enemy is a perfect enemy. So he was a little upset when the General gave him orders to make sure the primary unit wasn't flanked. Satellite imagery had been spotty at best but not being part of the main push to the spaceport disappoint him. They had moved north about 50 miles when the 2nd Squadron flew overhead, Hauptmann Broadberry, Eagle One here we see a column of heavy armor heading this way, looks like a companys worth.
