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; Captain Alameda cradled the microphone into his shoulder; just ahead of him, the Cavalry specialist aimed a high-frequency laser from his optical set. The specialist examined the particule variations across the night sky, occasionally ducking down into the Claymore to adjust the controls of a large electronics set.
"This is the Captain; we're prioritizing targets now -- returning them to Mission Control." He said, looking at a screen in front of him while sifting through a support menu on his computer.
"Darkhammer Actual this is the Captain, what have we got for support?"

The Artillery Major crossed his arms within the safety of FOB Darkhammer, watching a holographic display with several images float in front of him. He turned his shoulders to a technician seated in front of a control module.
"Send an authoriation request to TNG Mission Control for an indirect-fire mission -- sling up the Eight-Eight Kinetic Strick Missile, call to the General for mission statement." He said, turning back to the screen as the technician quickly set about directing the artillery personnel of FOB to their positions.