"Xion, we're ready to move, what's your status up there? Can we surface?"

"Lietenant! Surface as soon as you can - we can teleport out of here - and the prisoners are first."

   "I can surface immediately, but I need to know where you are.  I'm not going to come up under the dead boys' feet."

"The forest that was off to the side of the battlefield, we are in the middle of it, trying to take cover, get here ASAP Zeph, we are gonna need you."

   "I'm en route to your area, but I'm going to need better directions than that to find you.  Set off a grenade, or have Calliandra or Obidiah stomp around a bit - I'll follow the vibrations."

"You got it buddy."

"Good luck guys. Mine just ran out."

"Zephram, Xion, have your sergeants get everyone kitted out and prepared for departure.  The two of you, report to HQ for a strategy meeting."

After establishing scrambled radio communications with the other two Lieutenants, Lt. Drake begins a hasty strategy meeting, hopefully away from ears that shouldn't be hearing it.

Secure Channel :)

Xion speaks

"Hold positions here."

"The Coalition have eight large pillboxes. Three dozen tanks, ... maybe two hundred skeleton robots,  probably another three dozen ABolishers, Spider Walkers, Enforcers, and other Robot Vehicles. Wait... ... ... they have SAMs - sixteen.

"Up ahead - less than 2 miles - what looks to be dark ghsots of some sort...  dozens of them - just circling around the ley line... like they are playing... orders LT?"

"Company, halt.  We need three scouts, fast and stealthy, to move ahead and check it out.  Ability to identify the nature of the contact crucial.  Mages, anything you can do to buff up and conceal the scouts would be appreciated."

Harmon here, about half a mile from the targets. Negative on the recognition. Never seen anything like 'em before. Small - like ugly ass dwarves. Weird skin. Black wings, no legs.

I'll investigate further and report momentarily.

Muttered, into the radio.
_{"Yes, I think so too...black faeriess...."}

"Witchlings or Faeries, there's no need to engage them at this time.  We'll swing out around their position, and rejoin the line further on.  Random encounters serve the enemy in this case, not us."

"Identify yourselves - you bear Tolkeen markings. What unit are you from?"

"This is Lt. Zephram of 2nd platoon Pluto Company, who is this?"
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"This is Captain Loor, Saturn Company - First Platoon. Slow your caravan, and we will meet"

(assuming Zephram actually got his platoon right, and mentioned his company as it would be standard, and the player does not have as much military experience as Zephram does...)

"All right, people, Saturn's giving us an escort through this stretch, so play nice."

"I've got several mages of obvious sort with a legion of zombies around a couple APCs. Any of this ring a bell Captain Loor?"

"They came to this area two nights ago - they are with us... unfortunately. Not our company, but our Kingdom."

   "Pluto Company, this is Zephram.  Lieutenant's Drake, Xion, and myself have agreed upon our plan of action.  A small scouting party will be assigned to recon the Coalition convoy.  We need to know their troop strength, psionic strength, and where exactly the prisoners are being carried.  The scouting party will be lead by Tyirrak and will consist also of Takamatsu, Caramon, Magnet Man, Fearless, and Silvermasque.  I the scouting party gathered and en route immediately.  I would also like anyone in our platoon capable of magical or psionic scrying to keep watch over the scouts and report any trouble they might run into."