[member="Delila Castillon"]
"Like Cater? I always felt like falling asleep when he started yammering. Put him in a fight and he'd try to talk his enemy to death," Siobhan snarked. No, she did not like the Lord Protector or take him seriously at all.
For her part Siobhan went out alongside the aide and Dells. Oh, and she most certainly agreed with the Major...pardon Captain that her popo was beautiful! Regardless they got a short tour of the base, which was undoubtedly fascinating and no doubt everyone appreciated the fact that the building was air conditioned, the redhead got bombarded with more facts about her job and there were even snacks and drinks! Aside from info about business ventures, she would also hear about the humanitarian projects Firemane funded on the planet, such as charities and a major orphanage in Abomey. Obviously this was partially done for marketing reasons since it garnered good will but while self-centred Siobhan was not stingy with money, for she remembered the time when she had been a gutter rat on Nar Shaddaa. A week before Velok vaporised Rhommamool/Osarian and the brief reign of Tegaea and Siobhan began a Protectorate mission led by Anya had evacuated most of the population of Zonyu V as the planet was wrecked by destructive earthquakes that laid waste to it. Many of the refugees had been resettled on Dahomey, where they had taken up a life fas farmers. A number of them had been recruited into the militia and they were a source of support Firemane could rely on.
Then as the drills drew nearer they embarked upon a speeder and were driven from the Firemane compound to the training grounds, which were a bit further off in the still rather untamed and wild parts. Birds and insects chirped happily, the sun was shining with blazing heat, making Siobhan grateful that she had not worn leather. Well, that would have been inappropriate anyway given that this was a business visit, though that might not stop her from visiting a few...close friends whom she knew well in the biblical sense later on, but still!
As they drew closer to the training grounds they could hear the tell-tale signs that the drills had commenced, the flat crack of bolters as grenades were thunked out followed by the sound of detonations, the timeless bellows of sergeants chewing out recruits and proving that across all races and genders being a drill instructor was the perfect vocation to let loose your inner bitchiness, blaster bolts whizzing through the air and the thump of boots on the ground as soldiers prepared to advance upon the mockup of a fortified enemy compound with artillery support.
Both the Reaver-class and the
Typhoon artillery tank would be tested tested. Delila may or may not have already seen the Typhoon since it had been put into action while Tegaea and Siobhan were still in power, with the plans having been drawn up earlier prior to their assumption of office. Nicknamed Kerrigan's Organ due to the sound of the vehicle's rocket motors, it was a self-propelled multiple rocket launcher that could serve as a grid square removal system and an anti-air weapon. Where its missiles fell they left naught but devastation. The Reaver-class had been recently developed by Firemane and was armed with a mass driver cannon and a flamethrower along with heavy repeaters. Doubtless the Captain would not mind driving the one that was in action and blasting some of the tank mock-ups to scrape or setting a mock-up bunker ablaze.
The drills were still in their early stages as the Firemane mercenaries and native militiamen were deployed, though shots could already be heard. Siobhan would hang back and let Delila handle the commanding aspect of things. After all, it was supposed to be her show. Yes, Siobhan was being purely professional!
