Operation Pacifica: Just passin' through.
by Warrior Hyperion Perazim, Doberman Empire


    Perazim sat at the gathering, listening intently as Cyberpyro
  laid out the situation at hand. It was his first visit to the TRES
  Headquarters, and he wished it had been under better circumstances. He
  watched as the graphic of Pacifica rotated above the conference table.  The
  Jihad had suffered enormous losses at the hands of the X'hirjq, but the
  prospect of there being additional survivors quickened his pulse.


    After the briefing broke up, Perazim made his way back his
  quarters where he hastened to ready his gear for the trip. Time was of the
  essence. They were due to depart to Pacifica  as soon as possible once
  everyone arrived. The Warrior changed out of his uniform into his standard
  attire. Black jeans, sweat shirt, boots. He packed his gear bag with all the
  provisions he thought he'd need: plenty of ammo, both his Beretta 9-
  millimeters, his small handled throwing axes, and plenty of Dramamine. He
  didn't figure he'd really need the latter, but the thought of blowing
  chowder off of the back of the DTT  Iowa didn't really sit well with him. He
  hung his Jihaddium sword at his side, pulled on his  trench coat and headed
  out to the garages.



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    Perazim crossed the parking lot heading towards the Kenworth
  that sat waiting on the far side. He packed his gear into the side box and
  climbed up into the cab. The engine roared to life, the Quad- Cumming
  Turbo's coming on-line with a high powered hum. The black paint, chrome
  wheels, grill topped with a snarling Doberman, and gas tanks glimmered
  brightly in the light as he pulled out of the lot, chirping the dual tires
  on the rear axle as he moved through the gears. While Perazim made his way
  to the freeway, he hung the pictures of his wife and son he always kept with
  him from the dashboard, just beside the screen of the on-board computer.



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    Traffic was light when Perazim reached I-80, and he had no
  problem swinging the truck and trailer into the left lane while mashing the
  pedal to the floor. As he glided through the few remaining gears, the speedo
  easily slipped past 110 mph.  He popped a few CD's into the changer and
  brought the 200 watt stereo system to life.


    He was indeed making some pretty good time. As he came upon a
  line of cars in the right lane, something familiar yet bizarre caught his
  eye. A TARAV was lumbering along, and as Perazim approached it, he couldn't
  help but laugh at the tuft of hair blowing in the wind, and the furry hands
  at the appropriate 10 and 2 o'clock positions on the wheel. As he blew by,
  horns blaring, Perazim rolled down the passenger window and flipped a magnet
  backed sticker onto the rear of J's vehicle that read:




"If you can read this, you're too close!"




    Now absolutely howling in laughter, Perazim locked the cruise
  control at 120mph, set the truck's on-board Cray computer system to
  "Navigation", and crawled into the sleeper to get some rest while he could.



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    The rest of the trip was quick and uneventful. After waking from
  his nap, Perazim passed through what appeared to be some battle debris, but
  unsurprisingly, he saw no evidence of Jihad casualties.  "Well, someone had
  some fun," he thought to himself as the wheels sent a few remaining scraps
  scattering to the roadside.


    Driving into San Francisco traffic is always an adventure, and
  doing so in a Big Rig is all the more interesting. Add the excessive speed,
  the 24" spikes sprouting from the front bumper, and the "I brake for NOBODY"
  emblazoned across the sides of the trailer, and it scares the other drivers
  enough that they stay the hell out of the way, lest they get themselves a
  Kenworth enema.


    As Perazim swung the Rig into the Doberman Naval base, he saw
  that most of the troops had yet to arrive.  He met up with a few of the
  still white knuckled passengers that had ridden with Cyberpyro, and was
  brought up to speed on happenings since their arrival. CP and Samhain had
  headed into town, and most everybody else was checking and double checking
  the gear.


    "Well then, as long as we're waiting," Perazim said as he swung
  the doors open on the trailer to reveal a stock of Rice Crispy Treats and
  Jolt cola, "Lets Eat!"



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To be continued.....
- Warrior Hyperion Perazim