The day was cold. Nebor really hated being relocated to this planet. He was told that the southern areas of Pax territories used to be tropical, but when the northern mountain ranges were razed, well the arctic winds blew strong today. He was Arkane, and the ice was not for him. He was captain of the Pax supply lines. He felt insulted. This was going to be a small acquisition, not at all requiring the services of a logistical captain. Hell, he hadn’t even bothered to secure the lines from the Jovian gate to Earth. The acquired weren’t even interplanetary flight capable as far as he knew. Yes, Nebor was angry and cold, but he had a job to do.
“Get the stockpiles out of the open idiots! You want the nukes to be seen right off?!”
The deployment to the southeastern regions of Packilvania would be done soon. Nebor hoped that it wouldn’t come to ground war after the bombardment, but it was of little consequence. He retreated into the Hive later that night and enjoyed the latest cinema from New Cuttersville.
