HANGER DEC # 11
Roy made his way through the infantry troops, helping the new transfers get squared away or providing some steadying counsel, joking with the veterans, stoically refusing the remonstrations of wounded personnel who had not yet been cleared for full duty. Through it all, two emotions seeped around the edges of whatever he was doing...supreme confidence, and an edge of feral, predatory energy...a wolf ready to hunt.
He worked his way through the troopers on his way to Beth's improvised Combat Information Center. He gave Admiral Hack a nod as he stepped up.
"Assault troops are ready for whatever you want to use them for. I'm guessing we're not likely to be slowing down long enough to go for any boarding actions until we've actually hit Roussian orbit...at that point, it might be better to launch an attack on their command center, if we can locate it. I'm guessing--again--that the Roussians haven't ever really fought a serious stand-up battle like that, just based on the utter lack of information about them from the Udenese and Hyrians. Always intriguing to throw tactics at an enemy that's never faced anything like them..."