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EUROPEAN FEDERATION, 3RD LOGISTICS BATTALION
Sgt. Donovan of the 3rd Logistics Battalion was charged with transporting tanks. He was having a helluva time loading the next-generation, best of the best into the trailers.
The wind blew across his face as men ran around him and the trailers. Being in the middle of rural Germany, it was relatively cold. At least the roads are paved here, he thought to himself. Walking towards a tank with a relatively new crew, he prepared to tell them how to load. Climbing up to the roof, he saw a relatively fresh-faced commander.
It was one of the Next-Generation tanks, also known as a "Starship". Armed with a ETC cannon and a newer APS system, the "Starship" was a messy, unreliable mess. The engineers had attempted to slap on a ETC cannon on a Leopard 2 chassis, and it was notorious for misfires and other malfunctions. The newer Praetorian series of tanks were starting to come off the production lines, but would not enter service for a few more years.
Feeling the cold wind brush across his face, he climbed ontop of the tank. The commander quickly looked at him with a quizzical look in his face.
"What do you need me to do?"
Donovan quickly replied. "Simple. Follow the cones and drive onto the trailer."
Quickly hopping off, he prepared himself for a long day.
DRABOSKY TRAINING GROUND
POLAND
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General Drabosky was filing through a mess of paperwork. Ranging from observers to requsition requests, he was dealing with a stressful amount of paperwork.
Quickly picking out three important papers from the pile; the logistics paperwork, the observer requests and a leaflet on the naval exercises, he steeled himself for a long day.
OOC: The week has been horrendously busy for me. Apologies for the delay and messy post, quality will go up soon.