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Sergeant Hathtor sighed and rolled off of his battered old cot, standing up and bellowing at the top of his lungs.

"Get up and get moving, boys and girls! Rise and shine! Come on, let's go! Get up and form up!"

Grumbling and complaining, his squad slowly gathered in front of him, saluting and standing at attention. There was Ghalana, Alvitz, Komak, and now returned from the clinic was Okan. Every one of them, Hathtor included, was dressed in khaki fatigue pants, similar to the ones once used by the human militaries, and a sleeveless undershirt.

He walked the line of tired soldiers, pretending that he was wide awake, studying each of them in turn.

Ghalana was the only female in the squad, and she used that to her advantage. She never actually gave herself to any of them, but she used her sheer looks and curves often to win arguments and get what she wanted. She has glistening yellow scales with a black belly and hair, and golden eyes. She looked almost fragile, being relatively small compared to most of the other squad members. He knew better, though, as she was tough and resilient.

Alvitz was the second in command, a corporal. He was usually all business, with little or no chatter used. He had brownish scales and blue eyes, with blue hair as well, and was tall and slender.

Komak, the heavy, was a burly monster of a Dalynther, built like a tank with thick, corded muscles and graced with a decent height as well. He was the most cheerful one, having the largest kill tally of the squad. He had orange scales, orange eyes, orange belly, and orange hair.

Okan, having been hit in the shoulder by shrapnel the previous day, had only recently been disgorged from the clinic, but appeared perfectly fine. He was shorter, and slightly bulky, though much of it was muscle - not all, but most. He had gray scales and gray eyes and hair. His personality was quite like his appearance - quite bland and without anything normally defining a personality - such as an idea of self.

Hathtor nodded, satisfied by his squad's discipline even when half-asleep. "Right, you lot did so well yesterday that the High Command has given us the honour of a new assignment! Rejoice, boys and girls, because we are going to try and take the so-called 'Centralia Park'!" Groans and moans followed his announcement, and he was none too happy himself.

As he and his soldiers suited up, a young orderly entered the billet where they were stationed, saluting to Hathtor and speaking up quickly. "You are to report to headquarters immediately, Sergeant, and leave your squad under Corporal Alvitz's command."

He stared for a moment, and then nodded once. "Right, then. Dismissed." He turned to his squad as the messenger left, and explained where he was going and what'd happen. Without waiting for a response, he left and headed towards the main base of the H.S.A. Command in the area.

Once there, he was let into the presence of High Commander Mathlitz, the commanding officer of this entire invasion. "Reporting, sir!"

"Good, good. Sergeant, do you remember the prisoner you brought us?"

"Yes, sir. It's hard to forget, sir." It was true. The image of the beautiful young female mystic from the Federation was burned into his mind.

"She's gone."

"Gone? Gone how? Dead?"

"No, missing."

"...From H.S.A. Headquarters, sir?"

"Yes, Sergeant. I was hoping you'd be able to shed light on this."

"No, sir."

"Right, then. I've got a new assignment for you. You and your squad are going to hunt that bitch down and bring her back here or exterminate her."

"A whole squad for one person? Why, if I may ask, sir?"

"She is a very important member of the Federation. We need her back."

"Yes, sir! We'll be on her like nukes to Sub-America, sir!"

"Good to hear, Sergeant. Good to hear. Now get out there and bring her back."

"Yes, sir!"

With that, Hathtor left and sprinted back to the billet, pouring out the news to the squad. When they all exclaimed their excitement about not having to try and take Centralia Park, he knew that they'd bring the enemy in one way or another, no matter what.

"Let's move out!"