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<span class="mu-i">Earlier, elsewhere…</span>
Commander Donomo Alga had finished briefing his present company captains about the picture, both getting 2nd Company’s Captain Waltz up to speed while sharing Waltz’s observations about the enemy line to 4th Company’s Schoenbijter and 5th Company’s Dulechamp. There wasn’t particular disagreement about the objective- to split apart the enemy offensive at its joint- but there were different proposals on what to do.
Despite much of the Legion being Vitelian or of origin where speaking such was typical, the discussion was not had in that. Schoenbijter’s Vitelian was poor, and Waltz’s had gotten better but still wasn’t quite fluent- it was easier to communicate between all of them using the Imperial tongue, which only Alga was poor at between them, but so be it.
“Look to our flanks,” Dulechamp declared as he pointed at the scribble on a notepad showing what Waltz had observed, combined with knowledge of current allied positions. “An allied armor formation, and an infantry formation. If we help them defeat their foes, then they can join with us and make our attack all the fiercer, and strike all the more shattering.”
Alga was inclined to agree- to help as many allies as he could whenever he could. However, there were other options he had to consider from his officers, rather than just going off of sentiment. Like he might be tempted to were it just his own person on the line.
Schoenbijter, relatively new to the Legion, felt no hesitation at disagreeing with the boisterous Emrean officer. “That’s romantic and all, but the Trelani are already doing their job. Fighting the enemy. Keeping their eyes off of us while we can slam a knife between their ribs. We have two companies capable of rapid, motorized movement. We should move as quickly as we can while we have the chance, while the Imperials are distracted.”
“They are not <span class="mu-i">Imperials</span>, per se,” Waltz corrected.
“Whatever.” Schoenbijter was from across the continent, and his picture of Fealinn was as fuzzy as the picture most had of, say, the Grand City of Xinlong-Quan. “The longer they fight, the more time we have to stick into a place they don’t want us and twist the blade. We smash through anything in our way and don’t distract ourselves with anything besides.”
