Slasher looks around out of the cockpit of his personal transport, the YZ-775 Medium Transport "Devastation" as the Ykntola task force drops out of Hyperspace, he turns to the ship Captain, Commander Brintol Vixal and enquires, "Commander, have the ships arrived?"

"General, the first section of the task force has arrived, one of the Gozanti Cruisers was beat up pretty bad during the combat, so they have put down at Didnorat IV for repairs, we left them 4 Fighter Pods for support in case they run into any trouble while they are there."

"Very well, have the fleet and Marines units begin after-action assesments, I will take them in my cabin, also, I want a flight of Warsprites on patrol ASAP, I don't want to be caught unawares."

"Yes General, anything else?"

"Yes," Slasher thinks for a moment, "Have the Horn Of Victory's Captain that I want to have a Senior Officers briefing aboard his ship at 17:00, I recommend that we make it a dinner, I would like to have General Drac, Lt. Col. Dagger, the ship captains, and Sergeant Major BARman present at this dinner. Evening Dress uniforms are required."

"Aye sir, what are you planning to do for the negotiations that are to take place on Didnorat?"

"I will be attending myself, also Lt. Col. Dagger will represent the First Regiment at the negotiations, they will serve as our initial garrison forces. Have them ready my fighter tomorrow morning, we will take that, since A company of I Regiment is already on planet, they will coordinate security."

"Sir, are you sure that this is a good idea? flying there yourself?"

"It will be just fine, Dagger and myself are both pilots with Combat action, I myself have registered about half a dozen kills in the cockpit, and have more combat flight hours than any pilot in the Delta-20 squadron. So don't worry."

Slasher looks around as he walks onto the Flight Deck of the Horn of Victory, as he looks over at his fighter, he sees that Dagger has already boarded the fighter, and mentally checking over his packing list he makes sure that he has everything that he is going to need for the mission.

Uniforms... Flight suit, wearing it, check. Duty Uniform, in bag, check, Formal Dress Uniform, they have formal events whenever anyone visits, check. Weapons... pistols, check, sword, check, rifle, check, everything is in there that is important

Approaching the fighter, he stows the duffel bag in the storage compartment, and climbs into the cockpit,

"Dagger, you ready to go?"

"Yes General,"

"Well let's get going, and Dagger, when we're flying, use my Callsign, Slasher, "

"Ok..."

"Blade 1 to Flight Control, requesting clearance to launch."

"This is Control Blade 1, General, you are cleared to launch, Good Luck Sir,"

"Copy Control, we'll try to stay out of trouble."

"General, this is BARman, you know you never manage to do that, but don't worry, my team is ready to go if you can't keep yourself safe."

"Sar Major, if I didn't have the utmost respect for your skills, I might have you clapped in irons for insubordination,"

"Of course General, but you know that simple irons would be insufficient to hold me."

"I'm well aware of that, I'm counting on you to come break us out if things go badly."

"We'll be there, my team is already working on getting us on planet."

"Roger that, we're about to make the jump, so we'll speak with you later."

Looking to Dagger, who nods confirming that she has laid in the coordinates, Slasher pushes forward the lever, launching them into hyperspace.