Staying near the back of the squad that made up the Phantom's regiment (which Tahlia secretly called the phat-man), Tahlia stood stock still at attention. Watching with interest all the goings-on of her fellow comrades. As she jealously stared at the Elite's invisibility, her head tilted to the side in amusement, and went over the instructions that were given. She was hoping to be of some use in the battle, even though a hireling would probably do most of the fun work. More than likely she would be outposted near some other low ranking creeps, and they would patrol a small quarter of the space, for back-up. While her tank whined shortly, her mind rolled backwards to another memory. Just her and a few other grunts had fallen asleep near a carbine deposit. They were supposed to be patrolling, but their feeble minds had shut off when there were no enemies around. Nevertheless, it had been a failure on her part as well, and she hoped to not fall asleep on this mission. Though standing around listening didn't help either. Her stubby legs wanted to lock into position, thereby causing her to buckle and pass out. This would not bode well with her superiors. So she waddled in place for a bit, wondering how long it would take before they actually got to leave the phat-man.