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practices.
                  “Tell the president to cut down on the taxes on the traders. I want a plan to stimulate transport production. We’re moving more materials than ever, and we’re low on ships to move them. I want that to change,” Nivad said, as his eyes swept through the people at the table. He didn’t act to demonstrate his power. He was power. Making others wait for him was only the natural order of things.
                  Nivad pressed a button, and a white noise filled the room.
                  “Dalia,” Nivad said, as the woman pulled out file folders with papers.
                  “This is the latest information from Masoul. It looks like this group called Harmony isn’t going away,” he started, as people read through the folders being passed out.
                  Alarm was clear in their body language. More than one went pale with their new reading material.
                 
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
                  EMFC Reclaimer
                  Earth, Sol system
                  3/3206
                  “So let me get this right. From your sources, it looks like the fucktards running the EMF - primarily fuctardio Nivad Selvra him-fucking-self - is sending us to Masoul? Where Strike station, the only other EMF station, resides?” Ortiz asked, his eyes boring into Nerva who was smoking a cigar.
                  “Yes,” Nerva said.
                  Ortiz devolved into colorful swearing, Nerva passed him a stress ball he kept in his desk.
                  Ortiz barely noticed, his large arms flexing hard enough to make the veins in his neck pop out. The ball looked like it was struggling to not be a pancake under the man’s strength.
                  “So, we’re going to be put into limbo?” Captain Harold asked.
                  He was the only other person in the room.
                  Limbo was when a carrier’s troopers were kept in cryo while the carrier’s engineers, flight crew, and medical personnel were rotated in and out of cryo - keeping the ship functional, and waiting for orders to be sent at another battle.
                  It was one of the things that made carriers so insular. There were carriers that had been in limbo for nearly a hundred years.
                  “Looks like it, but then Nivad’s giving us all of this training time. Even if we go into limbo, I feel that we’re going to be at the front of battle in the near future,” Nerva said.
                  “So what do we do in the meantime?” Harold asked.
                  “We train. We make our troopers forget that there was such a thing as Bare Minimum. We train them to win, and make sure we’re ready to destroy whatever the EMF decides to send us at,” Nerva said, with no room for maneuvering. His words were calm and cold iron.
                  “Damn fucking right,” Ortiz growled, coming out of his swearing fugue. He was still mangling the stress ball to shit, but there was focused murder in his eyes. No more blind anger.
                  Harold nodded his agreement, looking to his trooper brothers. Their people relied on them to give them a plan to survive. It was their duty to see that Nivad’s plans fell squarely in the crapper.
                  “What’s the plan, Major?” he asked.
                  Nerva exhaled a stream of cigar smoke, his eyes reminding Harold why Nerva’s nickname was ‘Iceman.’
                  “We plan to attack Masoul. We don’t know the particulars of how the enemy will react, but we know they’ll be probably armed and there will be a lot of them. I want us to dictate the battle, so, traps, barricades, things to slow the enemy down as we pile fire into them. It’s going to be close