1300.Hours SD 3-09-10105/05
Geidi Prime
Inside the Baronial Palace of Harko City…
"I ~HATE~ the Ordos!! I ~HATE~ the Atreides!!" The loud, distinctive, booming shouts rippled through the perfectly upholstered hallways of the palace. The Baron Harkonnen was once again throwing a fit. His nephew, the na-Baron Guschev-Nikolia rolled his eyes. 'Not *again*,' he thought. 'I could be doing something constructive, like being with the slave women, in the pleasure wing of the slave quarters in Harko City.' 'Killing him when I become Baron will be a great favor to humanity, killing this great, overweight clump of body fat known as my uncle,' "WHAT?" Guschev-Nikolia sat up in a surprise and fear, he hadn't said those words out loud, had he? Then, he realized that the Baron had shouted at the head of his intelligence.
"How the H&(( could that idiot Executrix and his little joke of an army destroy one of our most secure and guarded facilities!!? Order a strike against all known Ordos positions immediately, and show no MERCY!!! Also launch two nuclear bombs, at Draconis IV!!" Upon hearing that, the officer looked at Guschev and vice versa, both with skeptical looks. "Uhh, Uncle?" "Yes, Guschev? I'm kind of busy right now, but then again, you could also learn from my skillful handling of this situa-" "UNCLE! Didn't you just finish telling me about the restrictions of Nuclear weapons!!?" "Oh, uh, oh, yes I did, what does this have to-" "Uncle! We aren't allowed by the Spacing Guild to use them, or we'll be destroyed completely by the Imperium! The laws allow for that! It is justified by the law!!!" "Oh, yes- it seems it does- dear me! Look at the time! I must be getting off to bed, its getting late and messing with my infallible mind," And left, not noticing that it was broad daylight, about 1345 hours, outside…
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1430.Hours SD 3-09-10105/05
Arrakis
20 kilometers from D4…
A couple of military transports flitted through the darkening sky… Unbeknownst to anyone who saw this flight of transports, wouldn't notice anything special. But, inside, were the most dangerous force of Ordos troops ever trained…
"Huh, it's been 5 missions since our first raid on A17, and we're already getting sloppy." Korba relaxed in the commander's flight. "What do you mean, sir? We went in, did what we came to do, and got out," Hawk leader said, also stretching out. "What I mean, is that we almost got ourselves killed, that's what I mean, because what's the use of dying-" "Do I hear treason?" "-until we destroy all of the other infidels on this damn planet!" "Heh, I guess that's not treason…"
The conversation died away as the men slept to regain their energy for their next mission; the reason for this lack of rest between missions was to try to keep the opposing houses on their toes, since other units have also been alternating attack times with the Black Guard, to have them stay constantly on the alert, and to keep the initiative to the Ordos. So far, it was working…