04/26/2022
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Major Michael Hofacker reached for the flask on the side of his command console, taking a swig of the cheap whiskey he had picked up on New Avalon during his last shore leave, "Ah, that's the fackin' stuff right there." He said to himself with a satisfied grin as he drained half the flask.
His Battlemaster's Command Console was relaying information to him in real time from his company; more information than he had any right to have at his disposal. The Star League era communications equipment were a matter of pride to him, passed down from generation to generation.
That had almost changed when his father had gambled away his families ancestral BLR-1C; most of Michael's young life had been devoted to recovering this beloved relic and he had found himself with debts beyond his own beliefs in trying to keep it maintained with the rare lostech it required.
As if the debts weren't enough, there was always someone who needed his help.
"This is Knight. We have positive identification of the targets. Convoy will be moving through your location in under ten minutes Major. They have heavy mech support, at least two Dragons, a Thug, and one we can't make an ID on in addition to a company of armored vehicles." Knight as usual, sounded bored with the report; likely because she knew her priceless PHX-HK2M Phoenix Hawk LAM would not be part of the coming battle.
Hofacker groaned audibly to himself at the news, AFFS reconnaissance had reported that the convoy would have been at least two hours out by this time. They had messed up yet again.
That was why the Eridani Light Horse was here. This was why Major Hofacker had been assigned this mission, "Alright team, you heard the lady. Weapons Ready, and fire on my word."
It was going to be a long day and Major Michael Hofacker wished he had brought more whiskey.
