07-31-2016, 11:18 PM
Volgograd's Domed cities glistened in the dying light, New Moscow's capital was now entering it's night cycle for the Kremlin Dome. A time where one could admire the beauty of the city and the star-lit Volgograd skies beyond the glass domes. However not many would be enjoying the sights, the Kremlin itself was hosting a meeting of the Revolutionary Army's finest leaders and experts to discuss matters of great import to the People's Republic and the continued war effort against both the Houses and other threats to the small Nation in the Omegas.
Among the group of ten or so Military officials and specialists stood the Premier himself, the room they were in was in the sub-levels of the Kremlin Building itself, iron walls protecting them as the men and women gathered around the Holo-Table which displayed an image of New Moscow and it's surrounding systems where even now Coalition assets pushed against both the Houses and the Corsair Empire's legions. Premier Warner's eyes was unflinching as he listened, his mind focused on the matters at hand.
"It was quite the blessing that the Fes Battlegroup withdrew into Poole, now they can be Bretonia's problem while we deal with the enemy at our backs in both Cayman and the Core in New Beijing. With them gone it's a mere matter of flying to take what is the Republic's!" General Zhukov gleefully crowed as he pointed out the latest tactical data from the Omega-49 Protectorate which had the lion's share of the Corsairs withdrawing into Poole to raid Bretonia's riches and to lick their wounds that the Triumvirate's forces had inflicted upon it. Zhukov was a bald stout man whose shorter height was made up for with muscle that could easily match many of the Coalition's strongest Marines.
To Zhukov's right was a middle-aged Rheinlander, Colonel Ludwig Richthofen, a relative of the famed Captain Richthofen who had served in the Fighter Corps years ago before his demise, shook his head as he frowned deeply at Zhukov's zeal.
"Your enthusiasm is...Good...However I do not believe it will be as easy as you think it would be to take control of the Republic's Wargoals. We are fighting an entrenched foe who has had plenty of time to prepare for our arrival in Cayman, not to mention we are still fighting the rear-guard of the Fes Battlegroup in Omega-49, you would have to be a fool to think it will be as easy as knocking on the door and demanding their tea." the Rheinlander commented, folding his arms over his chest as Zhukov glowered at the man. Premier Warner scoffed and finally raised his own voice.
"You both make good arguments, and while I appreciate your...Enthusiasm in this endeavour General Zhukov I must remind you that the system of Cayman is a high priority, I do not want our resources squandered in pointless assaults on Cayman like you did with the 4th Recon Squadron...We do not merely wish to take the system Comrades, we want to secure it to ensure we have breathing room to re-configure our forces for the Long Push. The Kaliningrad Battlegroup is to be reassigned to Operation Hurricane as soon as they are fully restocked, the McIntosh Battlegroup will remain in Omega-49 to secure the rear-guard."
He received hestitant nods from both Zhukov and Richthofen as they stood stiffly at attention, Warner turned his gaze from the holographic image of Cayman towards Zhukov.
"General Zhukov, you are to bring me Cayman on a plate. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
The man, now starting to sweat nervously, his eyes darting to Warner's cybernetic arm briefly as he nodded once more. Smiling slightly in an attempt to conceal just how frightened he was, this was the man who held his very life in his hands...Zhukov knew that it would be best not to fail him.
"Perfectly clear sir...
- Part I Completed-
Among the group of ten or so Military officials and specialists stood the Premier himself, the room they were in was in the sub-levels of the Kremlin Building itself, iron walls protecting them as the men and women gathered around the Holo-Table which displayed an image of New Moscow and it's surrounding systems where even now Coalition assets pushed against both the Houses and the Corsair Empire's legions. Premier Warner's eyes was unflinching as he listened, his mind focused on the matters at hand.
"It was quite the blessing that the Fes Battlegroup withdrew into Poole, now they can be Bretonia's problem while we deal with the enemy at our backs in both Cayman and the Core in New Beijing. With them gone it's a mere matter of flying to take what is the Republic's!" General Zhukov gleefully crowed as he pointed out the latest tactical data from the Omega-49 Protectorate which had the lion's share of the Corsairs withdrawing into Poole to raid Bretonia's riches and to lick their wounds that the Triumvirate's forces had inflicted upon it. Zhukov was a bald stout man whose shorter height was made up for with muscle that could easily match many of the Coalition's strongest Marines.
To Zhukov's right was a middle-aged Rheinlander, Colonel Ludwig Richthofen, a relative of the famed Captain Richthofen who had served in the Fighter Corps years ago before his demise, shook his head as he frowned deeply at Zhukov's zeal.
"Your enthusiasm is...Good...However I do not believe it will be as easy as you think it would be to take control of the Republic's Wargoals. We are fighting an entrenched foe who has had plenty of time to prepare for our arrival in Cayman, not to mention we are still fighting the rear-guard of the Fes Battlegroup in Omega-49, you would have to be a fool to think it will be as easy as knocking on the door and demanding their tea." the Rheinlander commented, folding his arms over his chest as Zhukov glowered at the man. Premier Warner scoffed and finally raised his own voice.
"You both make good arguments, and while I appreciate your...Enthusiasm in this endeavour General Zhukov I must remind you that the system of Cayman is a high priority, I do not want our resources squandered in pointless assaults on Cayman like you did with the 4th Recon Squadron...We do not merely wish to take the system Comrades, we want to secure it to ensure we have breathing room to re-configure our forces for the Long Push. The Kaliningrad Battlegroup is to be reassigned to Operation Hurricane as soon as they are fully restocked, the McIntosh Battlegroup will remain in Omega-49 to secure the rear-guard."
He received hestitant nods from both Zhukov and Richthofen as they stood stiffly at attention, Warner turned his gaze from the holographic image of Cayman towards Zhukov.
"General Zhukov, you are to bring me Cayman on a plate. Do I make myself perfectly clear?"
The man, now starting to sweat nervously, his eyes darting to Warner's cybernetic arm briefly as he nodded once more. Smiling slightly in an attempt to conceal just how frightened he was, this was the man who held his very life in his hands...Zhukov knew that it would be best not to fail him.
"Perfectly clear sir...
- Part I Completed-