>>5811812Major Margus Zavrazin was 2IC of the N.O.D.R Army 17th Logistics Battalion. Once he had been a Lt. Colonel, in command of the Special Tactical Research Battalion; a formation he had practically built himself. The NOAF was seriously behind the times; its soldiers lacked training and much of its equipment was obsolete. The ruling committee were averse to modernisation, before the Satellite War they had relied on the IF to protect them and even now they trusted in trade sanctions and economic favours to deter their foes.
But economic power could only do so much, and Zavrazin knew that the Republic would have to develop a strong military deterrent if it was to survive the post IF era. And so he had gathered like minded personnel to form the STRB; a unit where forward thinking minds would experiment with new tactics and equipment to update the NOAF doctrine for the modern era.
Of course, all this required a large budget. Many of the generals were conservative and did not take kindly to all the new equipment costs eating into their pension plans. Zavrazin’s tight knit circle was also seen a political threat and the most paranoid even suspected him of planning a coup. So it was the generals found excuses to cut funding to the STRB. Eventually the unit was disbanded, Zavrazin was demoted and transferred to the 17th Logistics Battalion where he languished under the unambitious and frankly cowardly bean counter that was Varlam Kovalev. The generals must have known Kovalev was the perfect ball and chain for him; the man had no vision and cared only for maintaining comfort in his own little corner of the world. For a while Zavrazin had resigned himself to his fate, then the Neromians had invaded and all his concerns about the NOAF’s inadequacies had been proven right. Zavrazin wished it hadn’t taken the deaths of so many of his countrymen to get people to wake up but now even Kovalev couldn’t deny the gravity of the situation.
Speaking of the Colonel, he had recently Zavrazin summoned to the command centre. After the mercs had destroyed the jammer they had finally made contact with High Command back in the capital. Reports had been submitted and now the Colonel was awaiting further orders.
“Shit! Fuck, FUCKING…GOD DAMMIT!”
As he approached the door to the command centre Zavrazin heard a muffled cry of frustration come from within. Entering the room he saw Kovalev glaring at a piece of paper with a look of utter fury. The staff adjutants all stared at the Colonel apprehensively, unsure what to make of his certain outburst.
“Sir!” You made your presence known with a salute. “What did High Command say? Is the invasion worse than we expected?”
Kovalev turned his glare on you before collapsing into a nearby chair, a look of sheer emotional exhaustion overcoming him as he slid the paper across the strategic map towards you.
“See for yourself Major, see what I have to deal with.”
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