[b][center][u]High General Vallen - Space over Vondarc[/b][/center][/u] 
It didn't take long for Xer Loa to reach the cabin, 12 minutes to be precise. A small smile found itself on the Kallesh Generals face. 
[i]He always was one for showing up early[/i] Vallen thought to himself
Vallen placed three of his fingers on his mask and gave a it small tug upwards to unlock it from various points that made sure it stayed on, and took it off placing it on a small plinth on the desk to the right of him.
Xer Loa was the only person Vallen showed his face to, and as a result the only person that he shared drinks with.
Taking a small sip from his glass Vallen gave a sigh and started talking the grisly business of war.
"I hope everything went alright on your side of the fleet Xer Loa, over all I think we lost 4 Frigates, 3 Corvettes and 1 Dreadnought, as well as many fighters and a few bombers.
In any other pretense this wouldn't be a bad number of losses, however that being said, we are fighting rebels whose technology and weaponry is far inferior to our own. So this raises the question of how they can possibly deal this amount of damage to a fleet as big as ours, as well as hold multiple fronts?"
Vallen took a large gulp of the wine before continuing.
"We have a rare moment of respite and I'm unsure of what exactly our next orders may be but i won't doubt that it'll involve another battle against the rebellion."
Vallen looked up and placed his hands together, his fingers inter-locking with the others.
"Tell me Xer Loa what are your thoughts on this? How are the rebellion getting their equipment and above all how are they matching their strength with ours?"
Xer Loa looked like he was deep in thought before a rhythmic beepping came from Vallens comm terminal. 
Vallen gave a deep growl in his throat before pressing one of his fingers on the terminal next to him "What is it?!" Vallen questioned the unknown other that had interrupted his conference with Xer Loa. 

"I'm sorry to disturb you sir but Kelan is back form the battlefield, and he is missing at least 95% of his squadron."
Vallen placed his heads in his right hand and muttered "Give me strength"

"Excuse me sir?" came form the other end of the comm.

"Nothing...nothing Just tell Kelan to get his useless arse up here!" Vallen said with annoyance in his voice.

"Yes sir"

The comm gave another rhythmic beep to signify the channel had closed.

"I apoligise Xer Loa" Vallen said turning back to his old friend, "Anyway. Back to my question."

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[b][center][u] Jenson Trist- Eridau [/b][/center][/u]
So far the ambush was going well, the tables; in a matter of seconds, had changed drastically, quite easily over half of the republic forces had been annihilated in the crossfire that was now tearing them apart, irregardless of training or technological superiority the enemy couldn't handle the shear amount of projectiles that was now butchering them.
The reason for this showed how incompetent their commander was Jenson thought. In their eagerness to kill the rebel squad; The Howl Runners, they moved out of the tree line and into a clearing in order to surround and swarm the enemy, covered by sniper fire. By all rights it was a plan that shouldn't have gone wrong, but not leaving a rear guard to ensure they weren't flanked just like this was a grave mistake. The punishment, just like back on Kimono for such a foolish act of strategy was death. 
But this wasn't too important at the minute thought Jenson, as he popped a new thermal clip into his harrier, the enemy was near the brink of destruction, and to ensure as few casualties as possible they had to be killed quickly.

Jenson stood up and prepared to duck out from beside a large tree in which he was using for cover, He quickly swung out and like lightning targeted a republic soldier that was aiming in this area, a quick burst of fire tore through his weakened shields and shredded through his plating around the waist of the republic soldier, a burst of blood and guts sent him screaming and falling backwards, recklessly firing his gun all over the left of him, unfortunately killing 2 friendly soldiers that were outside of their cover. Jenson quickly but a few more rounds into the fallen soldiers head to stop a further act of bad luck.
It was upon this that Jenson spotted a Krogan bashing a Republic troopers head into the ground, seemingly disintegrating it into little more than mush and shards of broken metal. he gave a slight chuckle at this sight, but it was mixed with a slight sense of awe, the Krogan was surely a fearsome force, if not a bit stupid...No that was wrong... reckless would be a better word.

A burst of laser fire found its mark on the tree that Jenson was stood behind which caused the bark and wood to burst in a violent explosion, sending shards of wood everywhere, Jenson cursed as he quickly reloaded and went out of his now useless cover.
The enemy forces were down to 3 forlorn soldiers, fighting a hopeless battle. He respected them for that though, he would give them a good death.
Placing his harrier on his back, Jenson began running to the closest enemy, who noticed that this once fellow soldier was about to end his life, he fell back and tried to quickly shoot his rifle, but his will was broken, an act that was incredibly difficult to do against these clones, he slipped and clumsily fumbled for the trigger... too late.
A metal plated boot found its way into the soldiers head, giving a sickening crack as a powerful kick crumpled the helmet surrounding the enemies head, blood spewed out of the cracks created by it and a small gurgling noise came from the new dead trooper.
Jenson turned to face the next enemy who was new coming at him with a standard issue combat knife, before he blocked the knife he had realised that the firing had stopped, and the rebellion troopers were now watching a deadlocked battle between two clones. The other remaining trooper obviously dead.
Jenson parried the blow by using his left arm as a shield, pushing the blade away from his person, and countered with a punch into the soldiers gut, followed by a second and then finally Jenson pushed his knee as hard as he could up into the enemy's body, it sent him staggering backwards, this resulted in a swearing grunt from the enemy as he regained his composure and placed a firmer grip on his knife.
This wasn't too much of a bother, however as it offered enough time to pull out his own knife, one that he had commandeered from his former commander.
The blade gripped in his right hand he marched towards his foe and lunged at the enemies chest, this resulted in the republic soldier dodging it, slightly stumbling over one of his dead comrades, he gave a battle cry as he swung in an short arc, aiming to try and bury the blade deep in Jensons skull, it missed, just barely as it he felt the blade bite into his helmet, leaving a fairly deep scar atop of the plate that covered his cranium, but this form of attack left him open for a riposte, Jenson quickly jumped at the opening, burying his blade, all 8 inches of it, deep into the enemy Republic soldiers chest, he heard the enemy grunt in pain and seen the knife slip form his limp hand. But he wasn't dead yet. Jenson pulled the blade out and rammed it upwards through the bottom of the soldiers jaw, the body gave a slight twitching jerk before slumping to the ground after Jenson had relinquished his blade from his skull. 
The soldiers around gave a burst of joy, it wasn't often that that they had an overwhelming win over the Republic forces, a few losses on our side, mostly from the front line squad apart of Jensons squad as they had the least cover.

Jenson spoke into his comm "Good work today ladies and gents, start picking up our rewards, these laser weaponry will come in handy, and someone get the sniper too."
He walked over to the Krogan commander of the Howl runners and offered his condolences for the lost "How's your squad holding up?"