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Arriving at The Outer initially it seemed like Black Faction has the place locked down.
Transports in and out, equipment and women everywhere.
There seemed to be hundreds of Combat Units.
There is nothing a Combat Unit likes better than being around more Combat Units.
They got put into their squad and moved into their area of operation.
Then it was obvious they were spread thin. Real thin.
Some commanders like to get group shots of the units, its a chance for them to pose and show off. Show how tough and bad they are.
Once the bravado is over, they're left with their light weapons, minimal equipment and zero support from command.
Just presence from the company.
Sport for many who inhabit the outer.