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The base commander stared, mouth slightly ajar, at the new report presented to him. Closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose, he could feel the start of another headache moving in like a cold storm front. "This marks the fifth attack in as many weeks," he spoke mainly to himself rather than the two lower ranking officers positioned in front of him. "There is absolutely no way they can conduct these attacks without a proper steady of supplies to support them." Whirling around the balls of his heels, he pointed to a third officer behind him and barked out, "What was the nature of the last report you presented to me a couple of nights back?"
"We have been receiving intel reports about a supply convoy moving through the Hollows Hill region west of here. But alas, those hills in that region prevent any kind of aerial assault and not to put more bad news on this, this convoy seems to move around sporadically, making it difficult to actually pinpoint their exact location, forcr size, and vehicle types."
Tugging at his neatly trimmed bear whilst tapping the datapad on his left leg, he began to think how best to deal with this. This base did not posses the manpower to go trumping through the hills to find this convoy. Plus, what manpower he did have at his disposal was just barely enough to defend this base and surrounding areas. What concerned him about these attacks made him think if one of these Buruks were trying to drawn him out from this protective shell, only to slaughter them quickly and efficiently, then he would not play into their hands. No, he would make a request to those higher up the food chain.
"I've decided to lobby the Circle for assistance. We are in no shape or form to properly deal with this situation. Lt. Huey, as my second-in-command I leave it to you to make the request. Until we receive any kind of reply, we will halt all patrols until further notice."
"We have been receiving intel reports about a supply convoy moving through the Hollows Hill region west of here. But alas, those hills in that region prevent any kind of aerial assault and not to put more bad news on this, this convoy seems to move around sporadically, making it difficult to actually pinpoint their exact location, forcr size, and vehicle types."
Tugging at his neatly trimmed bear whilst tapping the datapad on his left leg, he began to think how best to deal with this. This base did not posses the manpower to go trumping through the hills to find this convoy. Plus, what manpower he did have at his disposal was just barely enough to defend this base and surrounding areas. What concerned him about these attacks made him think if one of these Buruks were trying to drawn him out from this protective shell, only to slaughter them quickly and efficiently, then he would not play into their hands. No, he would make a request to those higher up the food chain.
"I've decided to lobby the Circle for assistance. We are in no shape or form to properly deal with this situation. Lt. Huey, as my second-in-command I leave it to you to make the request. Until we receive any kind of reply, we will halt all patrols until further notice."