Assault the Dawn

	Thaleia looked out over the barren expanse of rock as the assault
vehicle trundled along the frigid wasteland.
	As the terrain flashed by she put a pair of infrared distancing goggles
to her eyes and sighted the emplacement holding the Array Element on the
horizon. It loomed ominously out of the stark white limestone traced with
lichen, an imposing structure of purple. She could recognise the outlines
of a
barracks along the leading edge of the curtain wall. Gun emplacements could
be seen scattered around the perimeter.
	"Wow," she murmured," this is more than anticipated."
	Vehicles streaked towards the base, under the cover of a preparatory
barrage. Thaleia could see other assault vehicles opening fire upon the
array. Return fire from the array became increasingly sporadic as the
defenders were wheedled out one by one from cover. However,
was not without a cost as her vehicle passed the burned out hulks of
Jihad vehicles.
	Finally, her vehicle which had been held back because it had the techs
screeched to a halt in front of the array. As they piled out, the ECM
team blew their way through the primitive security on the blast doors
and the techs moved in. The team leader led the way through the maze of
corridors to the central computer stations. Thaleia and her friends sat
down at the computer terminals and got down to business.
	One by one, her teammates gave sighs of disgust and gave up as damage
from the initial assault proved to have damaged files containing
information that was relevant until only Thaleia had not been stopped by
damage. She could hear the mutters from behind her.
 	"Stupid grunts used too much power! They destroyed almost everything!"
	"Yeah! I got about two levels deep and then the computer blew up in my
face!"
	"Look! Just shut up already! I'm into the High Command files now,"
shouted Thaleia s
stopped and checked the files again. "How interesting," she said,
"There's not a single fracking thing on the array elements here!"
	"Run a system search." suggested another tech.
	"Already doing so," she replied, "Any information only appears in low
level files, and only briefly. And the Purple High Command is wondering
what we're doing! What about them?!?"
	Another tech sat down beside her. "How about a resource trace?" he
asked.
	"Good idea. I'll take equipment, you take personnel."

10 minutes later....

	Her commander sat down beside her and the other tech. "I got your call.
What's up?"
	"Well-l-l," said Thaleia, "There's an amazing amount of personnel
movement but absolutely nothing in the way of equipm
they've got the army but they don't have the tools to finish the job."
	"Also," chimed in the other tech, "All this activity seems to be
centred around the activities of a few higher ups whose names we
couldn't discover."
	"Frankly," said Thaleia, "higher-ups is a bit vague of a term for
it.  The top level files we found don't even mention this activity.  You
know B'harnese forces - everything has to be centralized, so the ones
giving the orders have complete control and everyone knows who's in charge.
But this seems to be a break in the pattern.
	"Good work." said her base commander, "Unfortunately for me, I've got
news."
	"What?" she asked.
	"Well it seems you'll be making a little trip Trooper.  I've orders
from
Dobe HQ to send you down there. It seems they think you will be useful
to the in a special strike force 
luck. I have a feeling you'll need it."

The next morning......

	Thaleia looked through the cockpit of an A.S.S.V.A.K.T [1]. assault
fighter as she mentally made sure she had everything she thought she
would require in her black duffel bag stowed away behind her. She had
just got orders direct from Dobe HQ to pick up one Colonel Rick Sanford
of the Legion of Doom in New York and bring him to Kansas with her.


[1] A.S.S.V.A.K.T.: Airborne System Support Vehicle Applying
Krytoplasmic Thrust. (Krytoplasmic Thrust is a method of propulsion
based on the priciple of infusiong atoms with electromagnetic energy
thereby compiling them down into a sub-atomic state where the atoms are
infused with a burst of electromagnetic energy of a differing pole,
sending them back to the start of the process by decompiling.)