Quickly, fluidly slid up on Lentan's side, hand propped on his chair and at the terminal, leaning him over to scan across the score of monitors infront of him, absorbing readouts and running plans through his mind, seeming to contain knowledge, that he simply shouldnt have, grinning as he prepared to issue his orders...<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>They all were left gasping, but otherwise silent as they looked about, humans and furs alike, suddenly finding themselves  on the same side.<br/><br/>The desecrated remains of the monsterous plant lay before them, furs and humans surrounding and helping other furs, and humans, out of the sick pools of acidic juices that dwelled within the plant. They had banned together in the common interest of survival, for a single moment, to save their brothers in arms, more than likley brought on by some pussy's thought of peace upon this hellish battleground.<br/><br/>There stood the 'pussy', human, gashed across his abdomen and face, tears in his combat attire, walking closer to pull the knife he had used to hack away his share of the plants stem, along side the enemy troops he had inspired to join him when he 'saved' one of them from the plants cavernous jaws.<br/><br/>The group now stood there, looking toward him as though he were their leader, waiting for some sort of action, a bunch of newbies who had just come a little to close to death for their comfort.<br/>None of them knew what to do.<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>..."Here..."<br/><br/>His gruff voice condemed the survivors of his furthest extended plant, which, according to reports, had just been taken out, by a rebel group of humans along with the enemy, finger prodding the point lightly upon the computer screen. He cared none for traitors, and was determined to eliminate the conentration while they were still clustered as a whole.<br/><br/>"Here..."<br/><br/>He prodded again ordering a strike on the plant he saw was falling, reading its vitals, and knowing that this had to be the work of special forces -no amount of common infantry that small could destroy one of the plants.<br/><br/>"And here..."<br/><br/>He then drew a decisive line across the monitor, one that would interupt and cut off enemy forces, hoping to retreat into the city and regroup, before taking one of the bunkers he had surrounding the city. None of that was shown on the monitor...<br/><br/>"...Napalm, now..."<br/><br/>He left with that, standing and casually walking back to his designated position on the wall to view what he could of the battlefield, noting that no enemy troops had yet to arrive within his command post. His subbordinates carried out his orders, quickly ordering his strikes, fully aware of what would happen if they refused, though they all knew that human casualties would be nearly half those of the furs.