[h2]Celeste[/h2]
"[b]Heh. Guess I could always shout Imps to death, or become a drill sergeant if I become too wounded to fight.[/b]" She jokingly remarked, trying to hide the fact that her shouting was the result of a mental snap. Celeste looked around, "[b]Now if you'll excuse me, I have a few things to take care of.[/b]" She said as she began walking towards a food stockpile

Celeste found herself thinking about the new Darcsen. She knew what favoritism could do to a high ranking officer, and wondered if the Sergeant would tempt fate in order to show favoritism to her. Celeste would admit that she didn't know the Sergeant enough, but a Darcsen being an officer and having a lower rank Darcsen could only spell bad news to her.

Regardless, she had things to do. First on the list was to grab food for the operation. So she made haste to get that done, grabbing provisions quickly and not really looking at what the food was. For all she knew, she might have picked up some dog food and would have to eat it, she just hoped it tasted good.

Once she was done with that, she went to the Sergeant's bunkhouse. Celeste needed to talk to him briefly, it was mainly an apology for her snap during training, but also wanted to know his take on the operation, and possible plans. "[b]Sergeant[/b]" She said, giving him a salute. "[b]I'd like to talk to you.[/b]" After a brief pause for him to acknowledge "[b]First, I'd like to apologize for my snap during training, it was uncalled for. Second, I'd like to know what the possible plans are for this deployment.[/b]" 

After some time, the new Darcsen wondered in, apologizing for nothing really. All she had were some questions, and she wasn't really interrupting anything important or special. Celeste didn't think so anyway, the Sergeant may.

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[h2]Lynette[/h2]

The operation had commenced. Lynette stood atop a hill just high enough to overlook the now unfolding battle. She herself had confidence in the tanks performance. Though she was prepared for any technical or mechanical problems it may face. The hill itself was flat enough for a small table, which held a small note pad and a glass of water. Her field glassed hung around her neck, ready to be brought up in time of need. She didn't have her rifle, but did have her pistol, and her normal guard. Lynette also had a radio nearby, ready to contact the tank when ever she felt it necessary. Which she would do soon.

The armored car sat behind the hill, ready to run in the event that position was compromised. He wasn't much, but it did have speed and maneuverability to run around a tank should one appear. Infantry was no problem for the car either.

After the first shot or two rang out, she contacted the commander. "[b]I expect results.[/b]" Lynette didn't say anything else. If the tank blew up, that was a result. If the tank lived through battle, that was a result. Everything that could possibly happen to the tank was a result of something, and she was ready to list these results as they came.