Misunderstandings in the Malshvka
Driving in a place as dull as the seemingly endless tundra of the Malshvka region of the federation was said to make a man wise and thoughtful, but after the fifth hour driving along the elderly Norvagosk-Lithanbov highway, Private Borce Voznesensky felt neither wise nor thoughtful and merely bored and annoyed. His unit, the 985th Long Range Tactical Rocket Battalion, had been dispatched to a small base near the Erusuia-DEN boarder as part of the upcoming ERUFORCE military exercises and as was his responsibility he had the joy filled task of driving one of the units fume spewing EG-79 missile carriers from its base in Luvba* all the way to the desolate wastes of northern Erusuia. The EG-79 Pvt. Voznesensky drove was part of a long convoy of missile carriers and support vehicles all driven by similarly bored and annoyed drivers crawling along at a little over 50kph leaving a cloud of pollution in its wake.
Trying to offset the boredom Borce flipped the trucks radio on and began scanning for stations. Out in the middle of Malshvka there were no radio stations, or human settlements for that matter, so being able to pickup a radio signal would be a clear indicator that the convoy was nearing its destination. After a few minuets scanning for stations Borce finally found something; a static filled but still audible signal that was blasting a pop song he'd never heard before. With nothing better to listen too, Borce fiddled with the radio's volume and the cab of the EG-79 began to fill with the thumping sounds of base and some reinterpretation of a classic patriotic song from the communist era Borce recalled hearing a few times in his youth. The sound of the radio helped pass the time far better then Borce could have hoped and in no time the sounds of poorly produced pop were replaced with a drawling radio call from the battalion commander explaining that the unit was at most half an hour away from its destination, the small boarder town of Loktevo and its accompanying military base.
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