"Across the savage skies and through the fissures in the fields,
The rumble of the engines and the trundle of the wheels,
Through hell and horror trudge and yet the spirits never yield,
Will they sing of these forsaken pawns of war?"
(c) Miracle Of Sound, "Pawns Of War".
Once again, flying a recon flight around Jormdar. Took note of the three stations we'd need to neutralize in order to increase the safety of our construction operations.