Talk:AFOH/@comment-14850713-20151018170726/@comment-27015223-20151030124155

OOC: I'll finish this scenario with this post

IC:

Colonel Bennings ran a grimy hand through his matted hair as he went over the various reports coming into his HQ. He still couldn't believe it. They'd won. The Millenium forces in the Highlands Pocket had surrendered once news of the invasion force's defeat had reached them. After the Millenium armor fell back from Wabag, Task Force Sucker Punch had hounded them until the Drop Zones of Mission Adder, where they'd stopped to consolidate their positions with the help of the reserve brigade of SAU infantry. A few hours after the conclusion of the battle, the Millenium forces had begun to formally surrender. As far as Benning's knew, the SAU Corps Commander was taking care of all that...thankfully.

"Sir," an aide said, "We've brought the Millenium colonel who requested to see you."

Bennings looked over his shoulder, then nodded, "I'll meet him outside." He took a moment to grap his combat helmet and strapped it on, then made sure all his combat gear was in good shape before heading towards the building's exit. Several troopers stood nonchalantly at the various doorways, who he greeted with silent nods.

Outside it was completely dark as night fell over Wabag...any sort of illumination was strictly forbidden, even after the end of the battle. Around him were machine gun nests, rifleman positons, snipers and missile launchers on the rooftops. Not too far away was a battery of Thunderbolt Mortar Carriers, accompanied by Helios SPADs, all nestled among the buildings. Then just ahead he caught sight of a platoon of Pegasus IFVs parked with their engines idling, unloading exhausted soldiers from their passenger compartments. Among them was a group in Millenium combat uniform, the shape of their helmets and various bells and whistles subtly different from the surrounding AFOH troopers.

"Colonel Holste?" Bennings asked as he approached them. One of the Germans turned around. He was a crusty, hard-bitten man with more than one bullet mark in his armor.

"Yes? I am he," the man replied.

The battle was still fresh in his mind, and many of his troops had been killed, but Bennings forgot any resentment and extended his hand towards the Millenium officer, "I'm Colonel Bennings. Damn good fight you put up, Colonel."

Holste gave a tired grin as he shook hands, "Not good enough it seems. I'm here to surrender on behalf of my men."

Bennings nodded, "Come inside. We've been saving our coffee for after the battle..."

OOC: During the battle, no mercy. But good manners before and after the battle doesn't hurt...am I right?