NationStates Jolt Archive

It was a cold, winter morning in Masburel and especially cold in the area of Aquitaine Army Base. At the Entrance to the Army Base had both the Flag of Masburel and the Flag of the Wolf Hold flying side by side. This was to represent the OMLT from the Wolf Hold that was there to help train the Masburelian armed forces.

Colonel Matt Farchild, OC of the 4th OMLT, 3rd Battalion, 82nd Mechanised Infantry rubbed his hands to keep them warm. He was dressed in the black and white urban Camo that was the trademark of his unit. Behind him formed up in neat ranks stood the 15 Squad leaders that were the backbone of his OMLT. They were awaiting the arrival of the Masburelian forces that they would be training. They were already 3 minutes late. Some random chatter had broken out amongst the squad leaders.

"I just heard on the Command net that the Forts guarding Lupus bay have fallen and that a Longsword class super capital has arrived"
"That can't be right, Fort Foxmount and Thoran could never fall, but if a Longsword is their, the NDC will most certainly act"
"They wouldn’t would they.......the NDC I mean....not so close the mainland"
"They might.........."

Colonel Farchild then noticed something out of the corner of his eye, "Silence men here come the Masburelians...."

Commander Cote was aware that his troops were slightly late. This wasnt how he normally operated and he was struggling to maintain the neutrality in his features as he quick-marched his team towards the Wolf Holdians who were supposed to be helping train the bunch of lacksidaisical greens he had following him. The men who were supposed to be joining the much coveted "Saint" Sqaudron within the Special Ops branch were completely useless in his eyes. He was used to commanding the best, being able to rely on his men to follow him into any situation and know his ass was covered. Cote detested being on training duty, but as so many of his men had been desimated in the last operation they'd been on, he felt that as he would be commanding the troops, he should be the one to hand-pick the best of the bunch.
He stopped in front of the Wolf Holdians and saluted.
"Sorry for keeping you Colonel, I assure you it will not be happening again, nor is it a regular occurence within the Masburel Army." He paused; "May I belatedly welcome you to our country."

Colonel Farchild looked over the recruits, lounging about, weapons dirty, uniforms a mess, talking loudly and worst off all no disciple what so ever. Farchild rembered the brief of these soldiers. they were to be special forces, he couldn't imagine them as garbage men let alone special forces. Colonel Farchild belived in working his way down the command structure, so he would start with their commander, who did look a hell of a lot better presented and had a few ribbions but that didn't make him a leader of men. So looking coldly at the commander, he began to speak.

"Ok Commander, I dont give a flying F*uk if this isnt how it is in your military normally! You are under my command now and I expect you to be hear on time! Now look at your men, can you explain to me why they look like they have just been picked up off the streets! We are here to train you.....right you know what is happening whilst we are here?! Hmmmm? No? Well I'll tell you, are Homeland is under invasion, our brothers are dying, our families are dying our blood is being spilled and we are stuck here with this bunch of degenerates! I want an explination commander!"

"Trust me Colonel I dont want to be here teaching these ingrates how to stand up straight and tuck their shirts in. I'd rather be on the front line too. But we arent doing something worthwhile, we're stuck here teaching this bunch of pansies how to fight and to try to live up to the name their predecessors have left for them. Now between us we have to complete this mission are we on the same side or are you gunna fight me the whole way. Coz im looking for this to be as painless as possible, for myself that is, so if you're here to make my life hell you can march back through the gates and leave now." Cote was embarrassed for his country and the impression that was being given to these outsiders but he hid it carefully behind his anger. His "special forces" may not be up to scratch but he sure as hell wasn't going to let them get anything on the way he was going to command this bunch of people.