Delacrix had the dubious distinction of being at war with itself so long that the original reason and leadership had long since passed into the ashes of history. Once a more temperate world, callous weapons and endless shelling had altered both terrain and climate over much of its surface. The main battles in the modern day took place over 600 miles of ever-expanding and interweaving trenches, bunkers, fortress cities, and artillery emplacements. Aerial skirmishes and artillery meant falling debris or mortar fire were more common than gentler rains. Men and women fell prey to gun emplacements, armored vehicles, and sheer bad luck. All dug deep into a cold desert that featured sand, flecks of ash-stained snow, and dry winds simply named the Badlands.
No outside government wanted them. Despite a thriving wartime industry with recycling advancements enough to make Ithorians envious, their endless war was infinitely unattractive. With limited military leadership and no end goal to speak of, Delacrix was practically begging for some good old-fashioned imperialistic interventionism. Enter stage left: Commander Din, Champion Singh, and a set of ISB Black Hats for coordination and training. Officially, this was a small-scale venture. All the better for the goals of those involved.
All that was why they'd been in the trenches for some time now. "Incoming," Nakoa called loudly from his perch atop a cracked duracrete bunker in the same tone one might announce inclement weather. A mortar shell struck the ground between trenches, flinging cold dirt as it exploded. The usual. If he wasn't wearing dampeners in his ears he'd have gone deaf by now. The Wrean, skin fully covered in rough and dirty cloth to keep out the dry winds, lowered a pair of macrobinoculars and leaned over to speak into an open bunker hatch. "How's it looking?"
Nakoa could come up with plans just fine. Sometimes they were even clever. However, his grasp of military tactics was limited to naval. Altair, a man he knew far more by reputation than anything else, was far better in that regard and also in charge of things. Only downside? He had to work with physical maps on Delacrix as often as electronic, often while shells were going off all damn day. Breaching the fortress across no man's land was required to get any more progress.
Even if they had twenty Sith, they wouldn't survive crossing open ground in daylight. They'd need a way in, and a plan, for something devilish under cover of night and winding trenches.
@Sreeya