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; Warrant Officer James Callum ran his hand along the frame of the Mobile Cannon that was nestled in Darkhammer's East Branch, an armored and dug-in fortification the housed the 20 vehicles of the FOB's strategic artillery unit. In just under five minutes, the heavier cannons formed the backbone of the deployable anti-ship and anti-orbital capbilities. As he rounded a corner and went below ground into an open trench system, WO Callum met with two other Cavalrymen as they disseminated information from the Battery's command center.
"What's the word? All the MACs are running hot, just put in the infor and they'll fire." He said, pulling off his patrol cap and scratching at his scalp with two fingers.
"Probably just a drill, all I saw up there was an Aschen ship. Hell, big enough target, but I thought the General would want to give us something ... well, harder to hit."

"What the hell is going on up there?!" The Commissar shouted out as he pulled himself up from the ground as the Reverence loomed overhead; shaking his head once, he leveled the shotgun against his shoulder and pointed down the street to Drulovic's house.
"I don't care if that ship is here for a funeral, let the FOB handle it, secure the area. Now!" He ordered the men forward, a trio of ITDM soldiers following him at a brief sprint as they rushed down the street and charged to the door of Drulovic's house.
"This is the ITDM! Sound off if you're not dead!" He shouted out as he approached, keeping his weapon aimed down while the others behind him swept the street with their weapons.