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13:00 HOURS; 23RD APRIL, 1987
Romnyan Forward Operating Base YOSYP
YVDENYY Paramilitary Temporary Operations Administration Center
Autumn. He always preferred it this way. Major of the Romnyan military up until the recent war, Artyom Avgust, now the grizzled man looked out upon the FOB below, from his quarters in the slightly higher section of the center of the base, he could see the transporters already coming in. The new guys. He looked over to his side, a soft wind blowing at the leathery face that was his. He wasn't much older than 32 now, but the scars across his face and the missing right pinky were indicators that this was no greenhorn. Rubbing the soft spot where the digit once had been, the man now looked back over his right shoulder towards a new face entering the room.
"Avgust."
The man nodded, looking out back towards the window, just now the tank transporters and the convoy of vehicles carrying the new tankers in were reaching the front gate. Clouds of dust billowing up in beige hues that muted the drab olive green of the trucks somehow even further. A lash of wind especially sharp dragged his attention across the camp, as to did some come in the transporters, the commanders had been flown in. Perhaps they'd have appreciated the expenses that Yvdenyy was going through to supply them with proper quarters among other things, but to the man in the window it was all nonsense.
"Alexi, tell the rest of the crew to stay with the tank once it's offloaded. It's coming in with the others, Transporter five."
Alexi, the only other soul in the building alongside the Major, nodded in silent agreement as he turned on his heel. Pausing at the door, he paused for a moment to look back at the Major, but the man had gone back to staring out the room's window blankly. He'd been there for a while, but Alexi knew that nothing he could say would budge his old commander. A minute later he was outside the Tanker Barracks and making his way down the motte that had been built within the almost citadel-like fortification that had become Yvdenyy's Forward Operating Base.
Dirt streets wound their way from the motte down to where the tankers were now being shoved out the side of the Mil Mi-8 Hip on the platform. Buffets of dust, somehow still under the wash of the propeller of the Hip slammed into Alexi's face, coating his lightly colored beard in a thin layer of dust that ended up muting its color as well. In fact, perhaps the most vibrant thing in this base to Alexi was the bright greens and beige hues of the Hip's main camouflage scheme.
Sidling up to the edge of the platform as the tank commanders present were now being handed their bags by the Flight Engineer before being ushered off, Alexi decided that now was the best time to begin introductions.
"Gladius! Form up on me! Off the platform! Now!"