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"Oh yeah, I totally understand my chief. Well, we use emergent technologies to outreach to people in live, high engagement audio-visual mediums. We've probably brought thousands to the Revolution, so even if we can't currently help you out with the whole 'fighters' thing, it's like, you know, a lot of whoever's there could've been from us. We're in a, like, leadership role! Yeah, leading with our vast understanding of Theory!"
"Theory? Ah, I too read theory. I appreciate the insights gained from military theories such as Tukhachevsky's Theory of Deep Operations, which would find further development and success under greats such as Zhukov and Rokossovsky." Looking at the (lack of) physical shape of the ginger, you're skeptical that's what he meant. "Anyway, go into details about the supplies you've gathered. We're currently in need of larger caliber ammunition, seven sixty two by thirty nines, three 'o eight cartridges, anything else you've been storing up."
The ginger pauses, nervously looking around before taking a breath and continuing. "We, erm, are gathering different supplies. No shade on the whole war stuff, my feller, but we've been hard at work getting medically necessary supplies. Medicinal supplies, even!" Based on how this guy smells, you can think of a few different things 'medicinal' might refer to. "We've been hard at work doing chemistry for vitally important supplies."
"Chemistry?" the Commissar perks up. "Like hoarding fertilizer for use in explosives? That could be very useful to the Revolution. Against heavily armored opposition like what we might find in Cajon, strike power will be key. We've already seized key industries and will be focusing on producing heavy ordinance, but a head start in explosives could mean life-or-death in this early stage of operations."
The ginger's eyes are almost totally dull, almost as much as Gomer's. "Uhh," he stammers. "Uhh, yeah, I can show you, the, err, chemistry set-up we have in the bathtub..."
