Orobos walked down the hallway. He'd received a message earlier on from a Lieutenant Harskin. He'd never heard of the man but he was his superior. He passed several training rooms. Through the glass he could see everything from hardened veterans to troopers fresh out of basic, training leaping around and such. Mock combats were going on in a few of the rooms and in others there were firing ranges.

Orobos reached the office and knocked twice. He waited for a moment and was about to knock again when a powerful voice cut through the air, "Enter," the man said. It was heavily accented the vowels slurred, ending each sentence with a click of the tongue.

Orobos stepped inside the door sliding closed behind him. The office was plain, neat and tidy. Paper stacked on the desk along some files. Pictures hung on the wall, the kind put in by designers just to have something on the wall and a desk with two chair facing it and another chair behind it. The only thing to show that it was someones office was the name in gold lettering which said "Lieutenant Harskin" and a small picture of a man and his family.

"Please sit down," Lieutenant Harskin said from behind his desk gesturing to one of the vacant seats in front of him. "Now I've called you here because we've received word from a planet we are in a trade agreement with called Lassaria. They have reported several explosions in their capital just a few hours ago and fires have spread throughout the city. There have also been reports of a mercenary group of kinds roaming around the place. We are sending in some stormtroopers plucked from different units to take care of the situation. We picked you because your squad specialises in urban combat. You and a few others we've selected will go in and keep an eye on the situation. Any mercenary or insurgence groups of any kind you come across we want gone. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir,"

"Good, you'll be leaving in two hours. Now move on quickly I have others to inform on this mission."

Orobos stood and saluted. Harskin took no notice of this and continued with his work open on the desk in front of him. Orobos stepped out of the door. He thought it was highly unusual mission though it wasn't his place to decide really. Or think for that matter. Man there was a lot of stuff he wasn't really allowed do. Shrugging mentally Orobos continued on back to the barracks.

He'd pick up a few of his personnel weapons before heading down to the armoury. He reached for his datapad as it beeped again. Looking at it, it contained the time his shuttle was leaving and which hanger he could get the shuttle from. He stowed his datapad away and took a right.