Denelo Mori, the Executive Commander of the Hellfire Legion, was annoyed. Despite the brand-new gunboat, the HFGB Phoenixfire, patrolling the jump holes into Vespucci, someone had STILL managed to sneak in. The Assassin had also succeeded this time, or at least partially: Denelo had lent his bed to an injured solder, who was now dead, stabbed multiple times in the chest.
Denelo really had to do something. A single Gunboat couldn't patrol both holes...
Yes, Denelo was annoyed.
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Denelo paced back and forth aboard the HFGB Phoenixfire. The South Alliance had decided to support the evil Inquisition. This would most likely lead to another war... however, despite new recruits, the Legion was still weaker than usual. It was time to begin recruiting at full speed. It wouldn't be long before the GRC got it's first combat testing... That would be something that shouldn't be missed.
Also, there was Denelo's new goal... Genetic perfection. He should probably start pursuing that goal more... But as for now... it was raiding time. The South Alliance wouldn't know what hit them.
"Very good job everyone. We certainly showed the South Alliance who will win this war." Denelo said to a small crowd of those who had participated in the raid. "Dismissed." Denelo turned and walked off.
The raid had gone very well. Very few loses on the Legion's side, and many on the opposition's side. But... it was practice time now. Denelo headed into the Training Room.
A guard walked by the Training Room on his way to lunch break. "What in Sirius..." He mutters, sweating. "The heaters must be malfunctioning again..." He glanced at the Training Room door, thinking that the Executive Commander must be boiling in there, but to his shock, the door was red-hot. Then he, for some reason, smiled, and walked off...
