[h3]Sergeant Harald, Gallian Militia[/h3]

While Carn's antics were usually a lightning rod for his Sergeant's ire, Harald couldn't help but tap one foot along to the beat as the mechanic sang away. Unlike every other battle that had gotten in so far, this time they actually had the material and numerical advantage; it was hard not to feel optimistic. [b]'For once I agree with you. Let's fuck these Imps up.'[/b] As the APC gathered speed, Harald sparked up one of his precious few cigars, grinning savagely. He clicked the radio to talk to the rest of the squad. [b]'Alright boys and girls, get ready to disembark on my order. Remember which fireteam you are assigned to and don't get separated. Ladies and gentlemen, Valkspeed.'[/b] Ten minutes later, the squad arrived at the drop-off point and Harald barked the order to disembark. As the other got organised and the other scouts began to rally on him, he opened up a radio call with Hoek. [b]'Hoek, this is Harald. We are in position and beginning our advance. We'll go loud as soon as we hear the first shots fired. Good hunting, out.'[/b]