[center][h2]Cpt. Saiyako[/h2][/center]

"Both of you get to the medical area," Saiyako smiled and chuckled as he saw his two soldiers walk out alive, injured of course, but alive, more than the poor sods in that bunker who were with them were, "Hope you two like medals!"

Turning back around to the rest of the First Recon who had managed to scrap up together in a rough mob-like unit. Saiyako could easily spot holes and missing persons but he had assumed the lot of them where else where and didn't hear him, battles where rough business after all. He would know the actual numbers in the morning after every more or less shuffled into their bunks for some sleep before being woken up at the ass crack of dawn. Hopefully the General would let them sleep in and not be a hardass.

Looking over the defense network and trenches, the captain peered off into the routing units of the enemy army, or what tattered remains there were of them. The field had been covered in blood, bodies and shell holes, the occasional carcass of a giant or some other creature's strangely colored hide broke the sea of dead. Panning around, it was clear that the Union forces had also taken some beating. Several vehicles were smoking or visable damaged, one had managed to invert and twist itself in ways which Saiyako thought the laws of physic would otherwise prohibit. [i]Looks like you learn something new every day.[/i] He thought to himself before clearing his throat to address everyone.

"Good work tonight people, as far as I'm aware all objectives are complete; we have defended the base. All of you, go to the medical station to incase you got some wound that your adrenaline is killing the pain of. After that... go get some rest or something... I dunno..." Saiyako's voice began to taper off to a mumble as he headed back towards the barracks, "I need my fucking beauty rest... Oni, guard my door and kick whoever tries to get in without politely asking first."

With an almost sarcastic recognition and approval, the ARMA unit followed Saiyako on his trip up the path and around the corner. "Also , I better not get any reports of you guys pulling some stupid shit either!" his voice rang out from behind the metal boxes all of a sudden, now clearly cranky as his own adrenaline faded.

Truth be told, Saiyako didn't even get to his personal quarters and instead opted to pass out on some sacks of presumably grain of some sort. It didn't matter, it was soft enough and pillow-ish enough for the man, he even found a comfortable pose to drift off to sleep, unaware that his guardian robot had left him and stood ever vigilant at the door to his quarters.