[h1]Lt. Adrian Erest and the 123rd Exiol Light Infantry 22nd company - 3rd platoon   [/h1]

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The roadblock was set up, two trojan carriers lined up on either side of the road, a mortar in the pit of one, and the trailer with the autocannon on it. They were mainly there to resupply any unit in the nearby operations area that was running low on ammunition, as well as to be a light fire support team if needed. Over the vox, there was plenty of comms communication coming from the units behind them closer to the manor. Adrian listened to the battle that raged further up the hive towards the governor's manor that the Arbites were at.

But there was a small crowd of about fifteen people on the trailer trojan looking at the radio, and the mortar team was in the trojan also listening to their vox.  

"I bet the General is glad the newest regiment of soldiers is currently playing whack a palace today," Corporal Baum said staring at the radio. "Nat, you've been in the guard for a while, what do you think it is?"

The Seargent turned his head up at the man, and shrugged, "I've fought in the war, not in political stuff... We weren't in the briefing like the other regiment was... If anything it's some guy who wanted to try ruling his planet without the Emperor's light. I've fought in two wars against traitors. I guess this time, someone wanted to stop a war before it happened. But, if the traitors knew we were coming, fourth and fifth will likely have to be called, and we will likely take place for the second and first down the road."

Nat's hand raised down the road they were facing, "If need be we can always fall back to the operation area and have hottie over there can clear the way for the arbites to finish with whatever is left of those other guardsmen."

"Okay Seargent depressing, say that first company gets sent in and demolished and we get sent up there, what are we going to do. We are half strength at best, our only redeeming quality is the heavy weapons and fast armored logistics vehicles we have. Oh, also the fact that if we die, who is cooking dinner for all the other platoons?" Tilly spoke out.

"The fact that we have armored vehicles, the trojan is meant for logistics in inhospitable and hostile environments. Once we get there, we can set up triage for our wounded, as well as set up supporting fire. Once the fourth and fifth get closer, our flanks should be clear. The second has the only way up here right now. We are just here in case if someone starts getting their asses kicked harder than they can handle." Adrian said at the back of the pack. "Now, get back to watching the road... and be prepared to move out in a minute."  
 
Adrian climbed aboard the trojan and entered through the cargo hatch on the roof of the hull, and moved behind the driver, Private Less. The lieutenant was smushed between a large number of standard laspacks, as well as a portable cooker. On the other side were several cots, a few tents, and some medical supplies. Just standard stuff for the logistics people to have. He listened to the vox broadcasts and closed his eyes listening to the voices. 

He decided that it was time to start packing up, he felt like they were fixing to have to move soon enough, "Mount up!" he yelled out as he moved his head out of the cargo hatch. "We are going to be moving out shortly, tie down the autocannon, and hold on!" 

"Mount Up!" was an immediate response from everyone in the small area.

As soon as he said to mount up, everyone was moving, the mortar team was pretty much in place, Corporal Cel just closed the driver's hatch. Gunner Laws and Corpswoman Dennve had also hopped inside the mortar pit of that vehicle, to split the group up somewhat more evenly. Meanwhile, Less had closed his hatch too, turning the engine over as black smoke poured from the exhaust for a moment before the sputtering engine decided it wanted to even itself out. There were ropes on the trailer keeping the wheels firmly planted on the trailer, but its crew was crouched next to it, waiting to grab hold when they moved out. 

The rest of the squad had piled in with the Lieutenant, Corpsman Long was beside him and Lord across from him leaning on the cooker. The other guardsmen probably could handle it if everything went all right, but he had felt something to be off. Hopefully, no plea for reinforcements would come, but he was ready to set out from the small road that he was asked to sit in. They were logistics, they had tents and shit, not bodies for something like that. They could set up a triage center and bomb the living hell out of something from a short distance, but storming something was likely to be on the list this group of individuals was keen on doing. Maybe they could do something like make that triage center, or make sure that the inside of the palace was reduced to large chunks of rubble.