Our War The Triumph

Febuary 29th 1009 Commando Safehouse in Vaverfront

“Why the hell can’t the deer live somewhere more tropical? I really hope what resources we can scrape from this frozen hellhole is worth the effort.” I muttered to noone in particular, yet like clockwork a certain someone just had to make a comment.

“Aw come on Unteroffizier! It’s a regular winter wonderland! How about we go have a snowball fight and string up some holiday trees!” Clypeus was our demolitions expert and a half decent mechanic, he was also at times an insufferable ass when he was bored.

“Since when do you speak in old changeling? Trying to imitate Trimmel?” I snarked back as I looked over the map in front of me. It was nice knowing how to irritate him back every now and then.

“Oh please, as if I would want my nose to be so high in the air I’d drown when it rains.” He simply went back to his room to tinker with some improvised explosive in case we ran out of C4 blocks. While chuckling at his childish antics I hadn’t heard hoofsteps behind me, while I’ll never admit it I nearly jolted out of my uniform as a plate was put on the table taking up half of the map.

“You missed breakfast captain! How many times have I told you it’s bad for your health to miss the most important meal of the day!” Moxa chided me, while being our primary medic she was also a good cook and more importantly the team mom. While annoying back in training we’d all gotten used to it now, she took care of us when we forgot to take care of ourselves.

“Ja, Ja, MutterTschuldigung” I half heartedly apologized, taking a bite of some toast while comparing what we’d gathered about local defenses with the plans we had about where our forces would attack.

“You’d better be! I had to make sure it hadn’t gotten cold and you’d be surprise how expensive eggs and sausage are around here.” Taking off her apron the medic went back to the kitchen to clean up while we waited for the last remember of our group to arrive. Less than five minutes later there was a knock on our door, all of us immediately changed to our deer disguises and hid any plans before opening the door.

Greeting us was a stag and doe both smiling warmly as the doe stepped inside. “Thanks for walking me home Adriano! I had a great time, maybe we could do this again sometime?” As always Clava played her part masterfully, though it sometimes scares me how good she is at her job. The stag was obviously flustered though he tried to keep his composure. “Yeah! That, that sounds great Avva; I’ll call you later okay?” Smiling she nodded as he turned to leave she waved goodbye as I slowly shut the door. In a split second her entire demeanor changed to stoic and unreadable, emotionless. I’ve never met anyone who could fake emotions to such a sincere degree yet be completely dead inside like her.

“Was wondering when you’d be home, did you want something to eat?” Moxxa called from the kitchen.”

“No, Adriano took me to dinner already, I should be fine for the rest of the day.” She responded blankly as she made herself a cup of coffee and took a seat at the table.”

“Got yourself a boyfriend I see! Well look at you! He’s cute isn’t he? How did you two meet? You think you’d want to see him after the invasion?” It was hard not to laugh at Moxxa treating our resident sniper and extreme sociopath like a teenage girl.

In typical Clava fashion she remained silent as she sipped her coffee and looked over the maps I pulled out. “He’s the head of the local garrison and police force, though he lacks confidence due to the fact he knows he was given his position due to his loyalty to the king and not due to his merits or skill, as such he has no real clue how to effectively coordinate his troops here and his command structure is appalling. He should be the first to die, that should send the soldiers here into a panic as all of them are fresh recruits relying on superior guidance and hopes that the border will hold. The town still holds a mixture of communist and velvet supporters the police are struggling to root out, such disunity will make it hard for them to effectively resist a lightning fast assault from a more organized attacker.” Finishing her report Clava marked a few locations in and around the city on the map as access points for attackers and weak defensive positions before sipping her coffee.

Moxxa simply sighed with a dampened smile and decided to go check on our medical supplies to make sure we were prepared, I went to the radio upstairs to report our findings as we all made our last preparations; high command was dead set on an invasion at the start of spring and morale was high, this wasn’t going to be a war, it was going to be a slaughter.