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>Form a command net. Full power, continuous broadcast to find as many allies as possible and start linking them to each other.
Coordination is key, and we're supposed to be extracting a VIP right? More eyes the better, and the enemy doesn't have our sibling cores (thanks to the fact we saved them) so it shouldn't be so easy to tap into anything we're doing
>Look, he’s a Sergeant. Nobody important. Our mission isn’t to get this guy, it’s to get the general.”
Oh hell no. As enlisted, I resent that. While we are grunts, we are the backbone, and leaving our guys behind is like intentionally severing your own spine. Get us mad and you're fucking yourself. Save all the hoighty toity officers you want, you leave enlisted out to die without their say and you risk all of us deciding we don't wanna work for you anymore. Especially if this NCO is a good guy and treats his lower enlisted right, and then you'll end up with a tantrum spiral of angry soldiers mad that "one of the good ones" got fucked over. Empire is weakened enough as it is without proving to the rank and file you don't give a damn about them.
>Come on, this sucks.
Checks out, bellyaching is a time honored pastime. Doesn't mean anything really, it's just something we do to vent stress, pass time and make conversation. The trucks too bumpy, the chow is cold, the ruck is heavy, the 1SG sucks, too hungover for this shit, etc. The game is to bellyache right back, it's a flipped form of camaraderie. Misery loves company.
