You look over, over to see if there are any other proper military men. Nobles are good and all, but a soldiers and sailors understand each other on a different level. Most of the people assembled here have never fired a gun, or they only did it while hunting, no, you are out to meet some of your brother officers.
It is as you are heading towards an arch made of plants that you encounter two of them. One in a uniform that is similar to yours, and another in a black and silver hussars uniform. Denoting him as a member of the armoured scouting units, in the modern day, cavalry proper has been relegated to the parade ground; thus, hussars got scouting cars, the dragoons APC's, the cuirassiers tanks, and the lancers tank destroyers. The main difference between all these mechanised horsemen and the regular armoured troops is one of prestige. Aside from a few crack units, it is considered to be far more prestigious to be a cuirassier than a tanker, even if the actual combat roles are the same.
As you approach, the two quickly give a regulation salute, which you return.
<span class="mu-i"> ''Now, as I was saying, in this day and age it shouldn't be possible for land combat to be left behind in terms of technology and efficiency.'' </span>
The officer continues.
<span class="mu-i"> ''You may have to consider the fact that we need to take and hold planets, rather than bombarding them to dust. If everything goes according to schedule, the first batch of new tanks will be sent to the troops.'' </span>
The navy officer countered.
<span class="mu-i"> ''Our ships can bear far heavier guns than your strongest SPGs; it is therefore completely logical for the army to rely on the orbital bombardment to destroy enemy positions.'' </span>
The hussar, with his dashing moustache, shook his head.
<span class="mu-i"> ''Even the lightest of you guns tend to destroy more than we want; they're too big. It's like using an atomic bomb to clear a single house – overkill.'' </span>
>And what are you talking about?
>Sounds like a fascinating case stufy of interservice rivalty, if I do say so myself.
>A fine evening to you, gentlemen.
>Write-in.
