07-04-2018, 04:46 AM
CT7 Vasily Utryev began to share his adjutants' infectious dour countenance shortly after one of them, CT8 Hieronym, ushered him into a civilian phone booth among the stirring throng. A shortwave vocex set brought along for special contingencies was set up in the booth, and Vasily took the receiver.
"CT7 Utryev, Unit A, Foreign Penal Brigade," he said into the vocex hesitantly.
"Say your status," said the voice on the other end.
"Ashkubans have done their bit and are on the planes. We're about to begin MT13 Reclamation-"
"Don't," interrupted the voice. "Recall all of them immediately. You'll be landing in Cadenza, Chiri. Take the sea route."
Vasily's voice took an indignant tone. This was his job, his first job, and his single shot to prove himself as a penal brigadier commander.
"This is an active operation! Who do you think you are?"
"MT6 Yuri Markov," said the voice on the other end, "but it's not for my gain. The Vestor Licit People's Mandate is under attack. An armored strike from the Miljoeni is driving towards Lawact. Recall to Chiri. You'll retain command of the foreigners and the MT13s, directly under me."
No small honor done to allow me to retain direct command, thought Vasily with his heart pounding in his chest. Whether it would make a difference at the next uptiering committee, though, depended on whether he survived the next 72 hours.
Rapidly, the Vestian would-be martyrs joined the Ashkuban provocateurs on the tarmac. The civilian planes took off with them aboard shortly thereafter, leaving the native protestors to their fate.
"CT7 Utryev, Unit A, Foreign Penal Brigade," he said into the vocex hesitantly.
"Say your status," said the voice on the other end.
"Ashkubans have done their bit and are on the planes. We're about to begin MT13 Reclamation-"
"Don't," interrupted the voice. "Recall all of them immediately. You'll be landing in Cadenza, Chiri. Take the sea route."
Vasily's voice took an indignant tone. This was his job, his first job, and his single shot to prove himself as a penal brigadier commander.
"This is an active operation! Who do you think you are?"
"MT6 Yuri Markov," said the voice on the other end, "but it's not for my gain. The Vestor Licit People's Mandate is under attack. An armored strike from the Miljoeni is driving towards Lawact. Recall to Chiri. You'll retain command of the foreigners and the MT13s, directly under me."
No small honor done to allow me to retain direct command, thought Vasily with his heart pounding in his chest. Whether it would make a difference at the next uptiering committee, though, depended on whether he survived the next 72 hours.
Rapidly, the Vestian would-be martyrs joined the Ashkuban provocateurs on the tarmac. The civilian planes took off with them aboard shortly thereafter, leaving the native protestors to their fate.