The Ikon

[Shryke]

Ulrich stood in the armory, facing the array of assault rifles, grenades, mines and other types of war equipment. It was enough to maintain an entire regiment for a sustained campaign. More than enough to turn any Coalition attack on the base into a deadly war of attrition.



The heavy steps of Viatcheslav resonated through the armory as the metallic General entered. Ulrich faced him and saluted.



"All hail the Volkhan," he said as he raised his arm to the brow of his helmet and lowered it. He then promptly turned off his helmet's vocalizer and dialed up the frequency that linked directly with Viatcheslav.



"I'm not sure about you, but I'm tired of sitting in this rat hole. The Volkhan is in his chamber with a detachment of Fedaykin. More than a match for us, no matter how advanced you may be. However, we do have a card up our sleeve."



He turned his vocalizer back on to fool the guards into thinking there was a conversation.



"How goes the defense of the main gate?"



And then he turned it off again.



"One of them is loyal to me, and me only. Taalib, I'm sure you have seen him at my side more than once. We also have the perfect time to strike. During their morning prayers. There is enough fire power in this room to simulate an attack. That is our best chance of entering the chamber. We will simply pretend we are falling back to reinforce his position. Thoughts?"

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