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Camp Allenby - Northern Lubyak
25.3.12 - 1630hrs
Constable Jackson stared at his screen: for a week or-so old temporary camp, Allenby was causing the Military Police a helluva lot of problems - mostly the boring, anal, admin kind of problems - but boring, anal, admin problems which needed to be dealt with by the junior ranks. He sighed and looked out of the window in an attempt to get a break from collating things the Loggies couldn't be bothered to collate themselves - out side a duo of Pumas with flags on the front slowly drove around the corner to pull up outside the security centre. He sighed again and turned back to his work: probably some more bloody deployment records to be collated, as if they couldn't use a computer over at the...
"ROOM! ROOM 'SHUN!"
He shot his head up to look dead ahead, his arms thrust out, fists clenched on the desk surface. In the sudden silence, he heard the sound of the out side of the base, cut out as the door swung shut - "At ease gentlemen. This is just informal." Jackson subtly shifted in his chair so he could see the other side of the room - three officers had just entered, by their badges they were two Brigadiers and Major-General Wainright. As the three officers talked in hushed tones, the station Captain rushed up and saluted the trio before addressing them:
"Sirs, how may I help you?"
"At ease, Captain. Me and the Brigadiers are just taking an informal tour of the base, checking on things before the exercise begins tomorrow."
"Ah, jolly good: may I ask why you've come here?"
"Well, we were thinking of heading out to the T1 harbour, could you provide us with directions?"
"Ah, of course sir. Well, if you just come over here I can point it out to you. You just need to take a left at this junction then..."
A few minutes later, the trio of officers stepped out into the chilly afternoon air, walking smartly over to their vehicles, with the General's flag flying on the bonnets. The small convoy set off into the myriad of 'roads' which criss-crossed the base for 'ease of transportation'. Within moments they slowed to a halt as someone tried to do a 3-point turn in an SPG on the road ahead.
Looking out of the window, Wainright marveled at the camp which had been created in mere days: enough to hold an entire brigade, their support, fuel, supplies, armouries, landing pads etc. - and it was one of two! As he stared out, a squad of riflemen passed by, their weapons slung over their shoulders and chatting with each other as they navigated the mud and grass. Suddenly the vehicle jerked from its stand-still, and the Thunder-Bolt SPG trundled past on the other side of the road, its driver giving and receiving the finger from a wide range of vehicle crews and even the General's driver. Another few minutes and the pair of Pumas came to a halt in a small square surrounded by troop tents, and those covering the IFVs of 1st Battalion Armoured Infantry. As they dismounted, the command group of the Battalion ran across to meet them: "Sir, it's a pleasure to meet you."
"Like-wise, Colonel - I've heard good things about you. At ease gentlemen. I'm here to discuss the tactics for tomorrow: as you well know we will be launching our first offensive at dusk tomorrow. Your role is as follows: ..."
Information about Kouralian Contingent
Force Organisation of 1st Silverfin Guards Mechanised Brigade:
Force Organisation of 3rd Light Brigade, The Royal Fusiliers:
