An aged grizzled man stood off to the side of the once ferocious battlefield with his two calloused hands folded behind his straight back. The man wore the tight pristine military uniform befitting an officer of his position and experience. 

As the man cast a pleased glance over at the battlefield a messenger ran over to him before stopping some five meters away and saluting out of respect. The messenger the proceeded to repeat his message, "Colonel, all survivors have been round up and herded into the trucks. The Lieutenant Colonel only needs your permission before they set off sir!",

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"Thank you Major, you can tell him that he has my permission to set off. *Sigh* This is a glorious day for the Federation...",

"Sir?",

"Nothing Major, just deliver the message.",

"Yes Sir!", and with that the Major swiftly left the Colonel's side and went to deliver the 'OK.'

The Colonel took one final parting glance at the ruined battlefield before following the Majors route and if one were perceptive enough they would see a slight gleefully-bloodthirsty smirk on the man's face that would terrify even a military veteran, before it was gone and replaced with the dignified facade of a Colonel once more.