Author: Johannes "Jergen[K]" Cruz			Viewing: Chapter 1

::Advanced Tactical Position, Grid:44563767:: Tactical Analysis, Sol Quadrant, United States Colonial Marine Corps (USCMC): General Maistafson, 1st Division, Commanding: The following brief was obtained from the Corporal Jergen after operation BREAKAWAY. His tactical data seems sound, I would, however, like to point out this Marines' Record of Mental Helth. According to this report Cpl Jergen is erratic, overaggressive and disruptive. He has, however, been afforded three Campaign medals for valor, and has one of the longest records of continuous combat experience against the Xenophobe to date. REPORT TO FOLLOW: (Interrogation questions are blocked) WHAT IS YOUR TACTICAL ASSESMENT OF THE BATTLE AREA? Well, to tell you the truth, most of these guys shouldn't be in uniform. I saw more stray rounds, poor tactical movement and shoddy fireteam deployment in my one week out there than I have during the entire war. This bunch ::Waving his hands before him:: of Marines ::Sarcasm noted:: Couldn't hold their own at preschool. UNDERSTOOD. RECOMMENDATION? Training Devildog, training. We need to get these boys back to the basics and make them a team. Hell, for a band of bothers they couldn't wipe one anothers' asses without shooting someone accidentally. Someone just needs to get them to stop bitching and make them mad at the enemy, not one another. Hell, one of those babies took a shot at me because I killed a Queen that was about to shred him into sticky plasma bits. Assholes, the lot of 'em. Knowing that, we got a good bunch to start with though! It's the assholes that make the hardest Marines. THREAT ASSESMENT OF THE CURRENT XENOPHOBE HOST? High. I don't know what it is, but people have their pants around their ankles out there. On an individual basis I would have to say that the Xeno's are less deadly than they once were, but with the slack in the Marines going on they are killing us out there. Dammit, our boys need to get serious again, and if they don't, then it's better they be killed off. The Bugs are getting lazy with easy kills, and we are GIVING them to them. Hell, I have seen Queens out there that don't know when to duck fire! Oh well, I get more ass to kick in less time! ::Chewing his cigar he laughs for quite some time:: TACTICAL ASSESSMENT OF OPERATION BREAKAWAY? We hosed the ship, blew her sloop to stern with those charges. We managed to get the core you asked for out of that damn Zeta. After that it got messy. I tell you what, I think half of the Marines lit themselves on fire before we left the zone. I saw jarheads MOWING their fireteams down with smartgun fire every time a bug twitched at them. I just got the hell away from them and made it out in an escape capsule. I tell you what, with Marines the way they are we don't need aliens. This Operation was a washout, as well as any others we try until we pull our heads out of our asses and get some people in there to train the freshmeat. There are vets out there, but they are far and few between, and for the most part they don't associate with the new blood because they are practically worthless! What are they training them in boot these days? How to cook and fatten up like Rosey O'Donnel or someshit? STEPS TO RESOLUTION OF THE PROBLEM? Let's get the vets together, make a solid team and pool some experience and resources. With Divine Right out of the picture ::He shakes his head at this:: there is a real void of solid leadership. I don't know what you guys do up there in HQ, but you let me know what's up and I'll fall in. We just need to come together on this and make a force to be reconned with. Maybe then we can win some damn campaigns and get these bugs off of our worlds. Hell, everywhere I look there are Queens making new hives, but no response from the military. You guys all take leave and not let me know? Or maybe we are cutting a deal with the invaders? ::This said, Cpl Jergen stands, leaning tiredly against the bulkhead of conference room 8 and rubbing bloodshot eyes. The past year and 8 months had begun to take a toll on the man. After more than a thousand missions, drops and individual battles, his life was constant fatigue. Thinking to himself: 'I really hope someone steps up to take the torch, because we aint gonna last another six months like this.' Stuffing his cigar back in the sewer of his mouth, he marched off to his quarters to sleep unti the next briefing and inevetable drop.::