"Look at you two all eager for the details."  Warren said giving a sidesways grin to each, he moving around a few piles of paper work before pulling out a post-it note.  "Here we are.  Now this is a direct quote from the Colonel."  He paused for effect, "'Your one and only objective is to kill every last fucking orc on that planet'.  Now while as inspirational as that may be it isn't the entire truth.  The cities and mining facilities must remain intact, or at least as much as possible.  So that has already ruled out nukes and antimatter bombs.  Meaning we have to sweep and clear every single city.  Lucky for us, there are only thirteen as this colony is rather new in the scheme of things."  Warren would have added that it was also in the middle of fucking nowhere but these two weren't that high in NCO ranks to get that kind of talk from him.  Frankly, only Paige was.<br/><br/>"What I want from you two concerning an operational standpoint is to provide sniperfire against enemy positions, targeting ork chieftains above all.  You'll also be my eyes in the sky as we have no airsupport for this entire shit-fest.  You can also help out the boys and girls bellow when you see the chance, but know you are under orders to value your lives above theirs, am I understood?"  Warren looked them both in the eye and expected very crisp 'yes sir's from them both.  If he didn't get them, a seriousness reconsideration of this choice would take place.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>"Excuse me Sargent,"  A young Ensign of the ship said coming forwards between Tanaka and Paige, his voice so clearly Commonwealth it almost made your teeth hurt.  As did his over cheery manner, one which screamed 'my daddy got me this job!'<br/><br/>"From Captain Douglas miss."  The Ensign said handing a small folded note with an actual wax seal on it to Tanaka.  He then smiled and walked off, as if this were the most natural thing in the world.  When Tanaka finally found the time to open the letter, it would read,<br/><br/><em>Dear Sarah,<br/><br/>I was hoping you would be able to join me for dinner tonight.  We will be in orbit of Hamilia in some hours, and your company would be much appreciated before you depart.  Due stop by the Ships Tailor and pick out something to wear, military clothes can become boring sometimes after all.  Bring an appetite and don't be afraid of over dressing for the occasion.<br/><br/>Sincerely,<br/><br/>Douglas</em><br/><br/>Within the postscript was the time set for dinner, as well the location of the ships tailor.  When Tanaka got there she would find that this was more an informal joke than an actual title.  The man being in the employment of Douglas directly and the type who could size a person on sight alone.  He was also the type to have every kind of dress, pant, shirt and outwear(and underwear) imaginable.  He would also complain that it wasn't fair of the Captain to give him so little time to work together with Tanaka on her outfit, as rarely did such shapeliness come in such an exquisite fashion.<br/><br/>When she was done with the tailor and had sorted herself in all ways, she would find the way to the Captains Quarter's without any delays, and after a knock on the door would find the man himself standing in front of her.  "By the Queen you look stunning."  He'd say breathlessly, leaning in and giving her a soft kiss on the cheek before coming back and looking her over once again.  "Absolutely stunning Sarah, truly."  Douglas himself would be wearing his mess dress, which consited of a red undress tailcoat with gold epaulettes and a white waistcoat underneath.  A black bow tie adorned him and his trousers were laced with gold.  He'd forgone the cocked hat because he 'hated the bloody thing'.  And despite what he'd said in his letter of military clothes being boring, the formal wear certainly suited Douglas, and in fact made him seem rather dashing.<br/><br/><div align="center">***</div><br/>"Fuuuck...You, are a dirty little thing."  Church sighed as he leaned over Daniso in the shower of the room they had borrowed.  Not that the person who had owned it once would care much, both were just about certain he was dead.<br/><br/>The painfully beautiful Daniso panted as the water ran over her tight body, Church's cock still inside her as the walls of her flexed and suddered with a dying wave of pleasure.  She slid him out of her, the sensation always something she enjoyed yet hated at the same time.  As he went to speak again she told him to shut the fuck up and get out.  She'd got her fill of him today (literally) and needed time alone.  And if he didn't comply with that she'd beat the fuck out of him and leave for dead, possible promotion or no.<br/><br/>Not one to intentially piss off woman (especially one like Daniso) Church got out of the shower, quickly dried and made his way back to the rest of the platoon.  Getting there he saw not much had changed except that more people had been added to the equation.  Glad he'd gotten his sleeping and showering in when he did, he went through his pack and pulled out a deck of cards.  "Poker anyone?"  He said in a general fashion.<br/><br/>Daniso would follow in about a half hour later, looking absolutely beautiful with a nice flush look and her hair still wet.  She wouldn't join in the poker game, instead would lay in her cot and after checking all her weapons once more, would pull out and old book and begin to read.