Victor looked over the maps. The 3rd Hydra Legion was still on the northern border. 2nd Brigade was taking the western border. The Wakanda Royal Guards were on the eastern border. In the center was the 1st and 3rd brigade and the NATO Brigade. Around
the table was the military commanders from the Latverian combined forces. The meta-humans were milling about in the background. They had much more defined roles; rapid response to large Apokolips attacks.
"Silence," Doom intoned, "No one here wants to appear afraid and week, no commander here wants to let on that there unit is anything but the best of the best. If we do not cast off these lies we will all die."
"My lord, we are down to half strength among armor, three quarters for personnel, and about half of our heavy weapons are off line," the 2nd Brigade commander admitted.
"The last of the Der Tag robots went offline a week ago, but for now the para-demons stay clear of the ones still standing and conduct sneak attack," The Hydra officer said, "Of the original Hydra forces, maybe 500 are still in Hydra uniform. Your reinforcements
out number the survivors of The Red Skull's defiance to the invasion."
"Should it not then be renamed the 4th Brigade?" a Latverian staff officer asked.
"I have decreed that with the death of the last of the Hydra survivors the legion will be put to rest and a new brigade will be formed," Doom intoned, "Until then the unit is still a Hydra Legion."
"We are have about a thousand warriors standing, almost all of our vibranium has been expended," the Wakanda priestess recounted, "all efforts to recover the material have cost more material and lives because of how close the patrols get to us. The armor
we have been provided is at about half strength."
"We have about two thirds of our armor up," The NATO commander said, "But our ADA is at full strength, we will take the north border, they have the highest number of air attacks."
"MY lord 1st Brigade is at full strength with our heavy weapons and 90 percent on armor, we will take the western border."
"Don't worry," the 3rd Brigade commander told the Wakanda priestess, "We have our mine warfare vehicles converted to collect fragments for recycling, We can releave the Wakandans and maybe get some of the vibranium back."
"Now that is settled," Doom turned to the meta-humans, "Mrs. Richards how are the reaction teams?"
"We have moved Franklin up to combat status, he is with Ben," She sighed, "Reed lost Mora yesterday, we don't have a replacement. Johnny and Betty Braddock are still AWOL, we should assume that they are not coming back. Dispite your warm welcome there
is a lot of friction between us and the others."
"The troops?" The Wakandan priestess asked.
"Everyone. Troops, refugees, natives," Sue explained, "There seems to be a rumor that we are living in the lap of luxury. Me and my husband in one cot is far from the gold framed bed and silk sheets people whisper about. Reed spends more time trying to
communicate with the people then working on upgrades for weapons or battle training. Everyone has taken hits, even the mighty Doom."
Everyone tried to avoid looking at the empty sleeves of Dooms left arm and right leg, but it was hard with the armor forming tubes that stuck out.
"How is Mr. Grim handling the prosthetic leg?" Doom asked.
"The power pack is starting to go," Sue said, "He is too stubborn to request a replacement. Says the grunts need the shots more then he needs the gears."