Makoto looked over at William as he greeted him. Taking a long deep breath he shook his head. "I'm doing alright skipper but I'll be honest with you..." he said leaning to whisper in William's ear. "I'm almost to the point of raiding our own supply convoys just to feed the people here." he said to him. It was no surprise the Federation had left thier unit out to dry, so that would mean they would need to get their supplies redone some kind of way. "I'll be honest with your Commander. At this point if the Federation expects us to "hold" this postion then we are doing to have find another way of getting supplies. Cause otherwise I don't think we will last another week and if we can't then I say fuck the Federations stand hold orders and we pull out and let the damn Zekes have the place. Let those fuckers up top have to commit forces to an area they let fall to re-take cause of asshat upstairs." he said. There was no mistaking the malice and anger in his words. Makoto like many in the Federation forces was as loyal to it as any other, however he did question the actions of thier commanders. He was loyal to the ideals of what the Federation stood for, not the people in charge. His loyality was to the people themsevles not the burecrats who acted like they ran the war through rose tinted glasses.