[center][h1][color=maroon]SSgt. William Jacobson[/color][/h1][/center]

[color=maroon]"Quiet down, boys, I have a fair bit to cover before taskforce head Lieutenant Fucker, sorry, [i]Pucker[/i] joins us."[/color] That got some amused chuckles out of the other assembled members of the taskforce as they all quieted down in the hanger the impromptu brief was being held in. Word hadn't arrived long ago they were being retasked with reinforcing some backwater hellhole of a posting, so they didn't have time to assemble in some nice office or formal conference hall to hold the brief, so the classic method of the hanger was chosen. Once the assembled taskforce was quiet, he began speaking calmly as satellite imaging of NO-36 was brought up. The rather distressingly small BGO was looking rather plain, at best, and he seriously doubted that the place had any real chance on its own of holding up against the Tellosian assault that was on its way. Hence, why he and his boys were heading in. [color=maroon]"Right, this is one of the numerous Border Guard Outposts between Interum and Tellosia. Designated NO-36, the place is a dead end outpost rookies with nowhere else to go, veterans that screwed the wrong person over, and even those convicted in courts martial have been noted in their past personnel rosters. At best, its a bunch of rookies shivering their collective asses off in the cold. Sounds like a [i]wonderful[/i] place to visit on vacation, eh guys?"[/color]

The complete and utter disdain Jacobson had for this place was plain, as it pretty much was populated by everyone he couldn't stand in the military. But the place needed help, and who better than the emergency Taskforce he was the senior NCO of? Their entire purpose was to drop into unprepared shit shows like this NO-36, bring the defenses, both passive and active, up to par and hold the fort down until conventional reliefs could show up. The most common joke was that they would go and do the real fighting, and leave the easy part for the slow, lazy guys trying to keep up. If you considered facts jokes, that was, but after the joking and such fell down to an acceptable level, Jacobson refocused and continued the brief. [color=maroon]"Right, other than freezing your asses off, this shouldn't be too much different than normal. The pass favors us defensively, and the mountain terrain also makes vehicular assaults difficult. For all parties involved. So, rather than our preferred method of by land, we're going in by air. Specifically, we'll make our way their via dropship and drop in with all the supplies we can stuff in with us. That includes landmines, perimeter sensors, specialist weapons, you think we need it, it'll be in there. Which means humping the crap to the outpost is going to suck. But, as the other engineers already know, that's our job. Drag a bunch of heavy crap into position and make the place the best damn fort on the front. Then we hold the place against anything the enemy of the day has for us and then we move on after reliefs arrive."[/color]

[b]"Are you done, Staff Sergeant?"[/b] Jacobson nodded as the LT walked in, arms linked behind his back. The taskforce never operated much on formality, not as much as most line units would. [color=maroon]"Just wrapping up Sir, the floor's yours."[/color] Stepping back, the LT calmly walked over to the podium, acting all proper. The lad was not used to the way this group operated, and had never even commanded a frontline combat group before. So needless to say the boy was nervous, and Jacobson crossed his arms while standing behind the boy while he cleared his throat and addressed the men. What he was saying was irrelevant, the Staff Sergeant noted, not wasting time really listening to what he was saying. It was some motivational speech of some sort or another, the kind of crap they fed rookies fresh out of training before throwing them into a meatgrinder against the Isari Commandos, where they were woefully under prepared for the guerrilla tactics used. Or against the legions of armored warmachines the Commonwealth would throw against them during skirmishes, where normal anti armor tactics would fall short. No, this kind of pep talk was good for rookies and grunts, nothing more. [b]"...and thank you for your efforts, both now and when we arrive out at NO-36. Staff Sergeant, I have to finish some preparations, if you would?"[/b]

[color=maroon]"I'll have everything sorted out and on the dropship before you're back, Sir"[/color] The boy nodded and walked out, and Jacobson sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before hopping down from the back of the stage the boy had insisted on setting up beforehand. [color=maroon]"Right, he's done yapping, so no more sitting around! McGee, take your boys and reverify the ordinance before loading it up. Jackson, grab the rifle thumpers and start moving cargo and load up last. You boys are first out, like always. Scott, with me. All Combat Engineering Personnel muster at the dropship. While it is a several hour flight out there, we need to brief the construction and defensive screen plans for when we go boots on the ground. Not like we are going to have a lot of time to chat when we get there."[/color] The taskforce scattered and went about their tasking, and within an hour they were ready to take off. When word came down from Command, the taskforce would lift off and be on their way to NO-36. Jacobson was not looking forward to it, but when did any soldier look forward to flying right into a soon to be warzone? Maybe slightly better than an active warzone, but it was a moot point. But when the time came, they would be off to meet their next enemy, the Tellosians this time.