While Pharaoh as promised was taking after myself by donning a jetpack and tossing fuel canisters to some ARFs. Titan polished and wiped down a brand new modified Z6 rotaty cannon surely starting a heavy division. Looking out across the hangar I could see that my predictions were correct. To take some responsibility off my shoulders I had designated roles to my closest brothers, Pharaoh and Titan, assigning them to create two divisions. My command had expanded for this mission, promoted directly up 3 ranks, I had well over 10 times more men to keep my eye on. The boys were getting dressed up, everyone grabbing their own gear and organizing their own divisions. I shrugged the feeling off, thinking it was a product of the new gear. But I had no reason to feel this way, the hard plastoid would save me on multiple occasions every mission, whether from blades, blaster bolts or the elements. But this was different, my armor felt heavier, denser, but no more protective. Usually before a mission I felt antsy, excited, hyperactivity usually would creep it’s way into my body. This mission felt different, it felt weird. LOG 63.1: Rho Cortack IV - Pre Mission Check \\ \\ Accessed: Commander Redwing’s Files //
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