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As Lock looks on his friend of 16 years General Verturum he is relieve that the briefing is finally about to start. This briefing was meant to start 10 minutes ago but the General much preferred to make people wait for him. A fact that at first annoyed Lock when they met each other all them years ago. However back then Lock called General Verturm, Johnny Boy. A nickname he would not dare use in front of these new soldiers. Lock and most of the other soldiers saluted the General before following him into the briefing room. Lock sat in the very mile of the seating arrangement and looked at the scare riddled face of the General. Many of them scars on the General had a brother scar on Lock. A mark of their brotherhood through battle. Upon hearing that the teams would already be entering combat Lock glanced at General Verturum as he gripped his seat. It was as if Lock was about to explode out of his seat and the only thing stopping him was his hands securely grasping that seat. Finally General Verturum said the words Lock was waiting for. “Any questions?” the action of Lock leaping to his feet was closely followed by a dense rattle of armour.

“With all due respect General, these teams have just been formed. Now I’m not saying that everyone needs training. However I would very much like to see my soldiers abilities before leading them into combat. Not to mention that no team acts as one without training together. Now I am well aware that stopping this announced skirmish with Triticum is a poor choice. But at the very least please tell me that you intend for time after this match for some much needed training?” Lock and the General seem to be having some sort of battle of wills by the way they were glaring at each other. The truth was they often butt heads on matters like this. However in the past they would just laugh about how they are both stubborn mules. This could very of well been one of those time if it wasn’t for the audience and the importance of the matter.

"I understand your concern, but I'm afraid there is no possibility for training before the match. Aequitas is in need of the harvest town, however, and the people of Aequitas has decided upon a confrontation as fast as possible. I know your concern is coming from your previous service history in squads, but what better training exists than the field of battle? Both teams sport trained soldiers, all ready to defend our city against the spawn. I am sure they, with two excellent CO's, will be ready to fight the enemy. Proper training programs, as you request, will be commenced as soon as we have secured the harvest town of Avena." As always the General replies with tact and dignity. Lock loosens his stance as he is happy that the General agrees to the training programs Lock believed are vital to further success. “And on the note of COs, it would be proper for the Commanders to identify yourself at this point” General Vecturum glances to Eve and then back at Lock.

“Commander of The Black Wolves Eve Heart reporting for duty” Eve was quick to raise and held her salute as so rest of her team could clearly identify her. Lock was pleasantly surprised that the young female was the Commander of the other team.

“Commander of The Red Lancers Alexander Patrick Lock reporting for duty” Lock followed suit holding his salute. After a few more seconds had past the two commanders both briefly gestured their hands forward as they ended their salutes.

"Remember, we are all relying on you and your teams to score us this needed victory” for the first time in this briefing General Vecturum spoke with a hint of compassion. “This day onwards these two Commanders are in direct command of you. Good day” without another word General Vecturum left the briefing room. Lock was going to meet for him after the briefing for a drink of whisky. However it was clear that they both needed their rest.

“I don’t know about the rest of you, but I’m off to bed. Red Lancers you are dismissed. Get some much needed rest” Lock leaves the briefing room and heads back to his private quarters.