"Enemies reported," Drake said.
"So soon? I underestimated them, they are indeed worthy adversaries, I'll enjoy crushing that spirit," the man said. He sat in the shadows, Drake had never seen his face since he had started working for him months ago. All he knew was that, that man was the only reason he had been put in this position, and he had to serve him as he would Torch.
"Your orders sir?" Drake said.
"Organise a counter-push, your choice of men, just make sure they are defeated," the man said, turning away and heading for his private chambers.
"Yes sir," Drake said, turning for the exit to the chamber. As he left, his little plague appeared before him, he had gone to regard her in that way over the last months, since his transfer.
"At last you are on the correct path, the one that will take you on the destiny the warp has seen, although as I see into your heart, you do not wish what is promised you," the daemon said.
"It's quite simple, I should never have left my team mates for this," Drake replied.
"You mussst," she hissed, "It was the only way. The path I have laid out for you brings benefits for both you and I, it is of mutual benefit."
"Nothing more, nothing less," Drake muttered.
"Precisely, now quite, someone approaches," and with that, she was gone, as a rather stocky young man went running past, a messenger no doubt.
Drake returned to his quarters, called up a personnel and squad roster on his data slate, and casually assigned several of the smaller, less battle proven units, the newer recruits, up onto his data slate. After a brief scanning of records, he dispatched them in a scout pattern to seek and destroy the infiltrators, not much hassle at all. Along with the units selected, he left a reference that these were more than enough units to outnumber the enemy and that it was about time they proved themselves. Saving the data and sending it out, he shut down his data slate and put it on the desk.
He pulled out a small personal vox unit he had been supplied with when he had been dispatched. In order to keep in contact with the 29th Cadian who were supposed to be keeping station on the other side of the system.
He activated the unit, but all he received was static. This particular vox piece was very specialised. It was outfitted to reach long distances and cut through all kinds of interference, but after trying several times, he received no answer.
It was quite likely that's they'd been called away on some other mission, either that or they had begun the mission they had been planning for the last half year. Drake had hoped that they wouldn't start until he'd got there back but, it wouldn't have been unexpected since they'd received word before he left about possible times to launch the assault, due to favour conditions and such.
Drake simply shrugged, put the vox unit back and lay down on his bunk. He decided to get a few hours sleep before he was called up for duty, but he just tossed and turned for about an hour before finally drifting into a restless half sleep.