The rain sheeted down for three long days. On the 4th day, it dawned with the Rogue army withdrawing in wild haste and JS's artillery pestering the fleeing columns, hunting all round them, looking for a weak flank. "The morale of the enemy is to pieces, their strongholds are not designed for trench warfare and are still disorganized," JS summed the situation up, "so we're going to attack Gilda. It's held by an elite GHOUL battalion." Mofaz was uncertain: "Our men are exhausted by the shelling they had to endure, and we had losses. I don't know if we can make it." "We have taken the lead from our enemy, so we can pull the political issue, that's to break the Rogue allies' political will of fighting." JS was pestering Mofaz now. "Anna's dugouts are defended by Shundorian troops loyal to the Rogues. They're demoralized by the Rogue retreat, so we'll bomb them also with subversive propaganda. If Gilda falls, Anna-1, Anna-2 and Anna-3 will follow." "Auhrr, Gilda's commander, is a maruk, something like a light tank hussar. He's the strong man of Nuhrr's council of war. Once defeated, the others won't stand for long." Maurr explained. The Shundorian leaders were still uncertain, so JS added: "The fall of Gilda will isolate Inez from the central strong points and the landing strip. While we go on bombing the spaceport, we'll start also pounding Betty and Carla simulating the preparation for an attack. You Shundorians and our 1st battalion under Vasquez will attack Gilda, and I'll attack the Space Station cutting Nuhrr from his lifeline." In the meantime, Puhrr decided to reach Maurr on Shundor. "How can I conquer him if he's there and I'm stuck on the Victory?" she wondered. Her problem was to cadge a lift from someone, but everyone was too busy or too full. One day she had almost succeeded in her aim, when Laetitia stopped her exclaiming: "You don't want to go into that quagmire with that fluttering little gown, do you, darling? Yonder you'll need boots and camouflage!" The idea of having a new suit and presenting herself dressed for battle comme il faut excited Puhrr, who put all her enthusiasm to the work. When her battledress was ready and couldn't be better, she bummed a ride from Swamp at the embarkation deck. "An uncouth chap, to tell the truth, but Maurr loves to associate with such guys recently." Puhrr thought. She happily noticed her battle dress caused a sensation. She was armoured with camo shorts, high heel boots and a shirt stating "Shirtless I'm better", with her cam cream smeared like the most fashionable make up. Maurr saw her, and had almost a stroke, unable to mutter a word. JS broke the spell bursting into a laugh. "Puhrr, you just miss your gloves. Here, take mine." he grinned handing them to her with a mischievous smile. "Gloves?" Puhrr asked. "You don't want to get your fingernails chipped!" JS suggested. "Oh, Jay, you know how to take care of a lady!" Puhrr purred, casting a come-to-bed glance at Maurr. "Close your mouth, Matt, your tongue hangs out like a yard of red carpet!" Eve hissed. "But who is she?" Mofaz asked, "she's cheered my men up at once!" "Men, for sure!" Vasquez made it clear. Suddenly Maurr realized how funny the situation was. "You'll pay for this!" He grinned at Swamp. "I'm going to look for Kahrr." However, JS thought it was a wise policy to smooth the ladies' ruffled feathers: after all, they were half of his army. "I thought I'd seen it all, but this took the cake! How could she dress that way?" Eve burst out later. "Huh, I remember a gal coming with bare tits bobbing ..." JS chuckled. Eve mind-saw her breasts and nipples bobbing hypnotically up and down, up and down... "Is it the only thing you remember, my nipples? Really had your wits descended to your nether region?" she exclaimed. JS nodded with a grin. Reading his mind made her tingle all over. -- Thanks! SOON I'LL POST THE MAP OF SHUNDOR'S ROGUE STRONGHOLD.