Back in the barracks of the Loyan
"That was the most pussy-ass troop speech I ever heard in my life Wilshan..." yells out the High Marshal as he stepped into his tent.
"Haha, no shit Marshal! I was trying to hold down the urge to gag," Lt. Wilshan replies. "But they're Delfians, what you expect? Hell, he talked to us like we're mentally retarded. Well sorry General Delfag, I don't need you make me feel special..."
The Marshal chuckles at the joke and walks over to the tea pot at the end of the tent. He pours himself a cup of jasmine and took a gulp. "So, how are the Colloseans holding up?"
"Well, started on a bad foot, but they're improving. They're not throwing up at the end of the day, that counts for something right?"
"I guess it does...just don't go too hard on them. These Collos' aren't ours, and Collosea won't be too happy if we break them. Did you do the live combat exercises?"
"Oh yea...with rubber bayonets and full powder blanks. Also had them get shot with the BAT plate. We did 5.5s, but I'll probably have them get a feel of 7.6 soft lead. By the way Marshal, love the new helmets..."
"Haha, I do too. I'm gonna head back to my place. You should too, we only got a few more weeks of training. Get everything you can into your charges, I want everyone up on Class A combat condition, especially those Collos'."
The Marshal placed his empty cup on the table, nodded, and left the tent.