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[color=gold]Location:[/color] 
Abandoned Neodymium Mine
Eunsan Mountain Range
250 Kilometers Southwest of Balya Gora
[color=gold]Date/Time:[/color]
March 22nd, 3030/ 0800
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Cheif Solomon Aadil (Quick)
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His clothing: Boots, long-sleeved shirt, pants, gloves, holstered [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/985402701812744232/986113421101641799/unknown.png]handgun[/url] with 20 rounds
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Once the Colonel made his presence known, he handed out punishments in short order, and Tarak made it out with only a blanket warning. As he quickly snuck away, he laughed for just a few moments longer before he was away from them and his face returned to normal within a moment. Almost as if he was never laughing, this was a skill that Tarak had fostered, more a quirk, as often his emotions disappear like a spark. As he made his way through the cave, he was going to do a bit more walking before the meeting.

Tarak listened to the plan that was being laid out, many had different opinions, and some to the idea of attacking a transport with some unarmed personnel seemed dishonorable. Others seemed more than ready to commit smash and grabs and other things. Tarak was ready to do the same, they lost people, and their people are starving here, captured in another place, and possibly dying because of poor treatment. So now, gloves are coming off, Tarak knew it was time to let the reigns loose a little, hitting a transport is something simple in the grand scheme, the enemy could paint it how they feel, yet it wasn't anything too bad.

Water, food, and ammo. The few things that would make or break a combat force, and they had none of that. Tarak is watching his people slowly wither away without food. Their voices became raspy without water. He watches them freeze in the cold climate. So now was the time to rectify that, and prepare to settle a few scores. Tarak had no questions during this briefing, he understood the mission, the plan, and the environment, so, now it was time to get ready to get the show on the road.

Once dismissed, Tarak began to leave, as he saw that Reya was called out and asked to stay behind to have a word with the Colonel. Tarak could only know what they are talking about, maybe it was some old grudge still showing through, or he could be asking her if she could go with them to make sure that they don't just grab random ammunition. Tarak took a moment but shook his head against sticking around to see what they are talking about, Tarak wouldn't want to get in trouble right before things get started. He needed to make sure his gear was ready, he didn't truly need to. He makes sure his gear was ready and usable every day, yet he needed to do something with his hands, he was getting fidgety in anticipation, he wanted to get going. Do something. He needed to get his mind off of this. Something. Anything. And it seemed it came to him.

Chief Aadil appeared at a perfect time, telling Tarak about a corner of the cavern becoming vacant for the night. He spoke of Tarak seeming to have some injuries on his knuckles that seem to need to be resolved. That was when he knew what the Deck Chief was speaking of, the Scrapyard was opening up again. Tarak just gave a small nod and said with a smirk, [color=gold]"Alright Chief, thanks for the check up. I'll take a walk over later to check it out"[/color]. As Tarak left with a light wave to the man, Tarak knew tonight was going to be an interesting night.