Valda watched the rabble marching down the street with open disdain. No respect for real military discipline, no proper training, no proper equipment... the forces he commanded were surely the worst of the lot. A bunch of young fools, who had been recruited just a few weeks ago. No experience at all.
Right now, they were sitting on the roof of the main HQ building, making enough sound to alert any USE patrol in a five-mile radius.
He had complained to the Colonel about the situation, but he had just laughed at him. The man was unbelievable!
There was, unfortunately, nothing he could do. The men he had would have to do.
Valda considered the situation. They had been given freedom in their choice of targets, which he was thankful for. It was much easier to handle the logistics of moving only his platoon than the whole army.
Falstaff seemed like the best place to strike. Even though the city was no longer used to it's full potential, a fair portion of the factories had supposedly been brought back online. While USE brought most of their supplies and equipment from off-world, it was much cheaper for them to use the existing industrial facilities. Also, Falstaff did have a large population, and more recruits were always good.
They needed transports, first. The inner city was guaranteed to contain them, hopefully some that weren't under USE control. Trucks would do fine, but he was prepared to steal USE vehicles if necessary. If he remembered correctly, there was a minor USE motorpool just nearby...
I take my men and attempt to locate some working transports in the city