The Slumbering Giant

News Flash! Nuclear weapons found in adolescent's school locker!
Now that we have your attention, business can begin. Unlike other editorial delicacies, this post has been thoroughly cleansed of its journalistic muse. You will find no "As a matter of fact's" here, nor any "It happened like this". This is not a news update. It would be beyond common logical boundaries to create a news post when the editor has been absent himself. Doing so would be excellent grounds for court-martial, and possibly execution by firing squad.
This post has taken a drastic turn, and an extra dose of grammatical 'roids to remain in-tact with the current events of Moon. In fact, the editor is quite oblivious to recent developments... if any.
On a lighter note, the first Fun Night has been scheduled for this evening by Sergeant Emblem140. Emblem took the initiative to revive the mummified corpse that Moon was quickly becoming.
The editor, also second-in-command of Tactical Moon, would like to make a formal apology to the entire company for his blatant absence as of late. Although it would seem he has good intentions, truth be known, he was most likely just blowing time on his new computer, and blaming his dismemberment on work. Poor man. Remember him in your prayers on the beach.
So, with the main power master switch groaning back into place, and the rust of a deplorable lull in healing mode, both GIO and Tactical Moon begin to rise from the ashes.

Cracking The Wip

Training in full flux, Tactical Moon appears as a ravaged, monolithic beast traveling through space... at times quickly, other times grudgingly. The new program has shed light on old problems, eating away the rust of change. The immensity of the program, and the amount of time spent on its development, has proven a true workout for the entire organization; both leader and soldier alike.
The slow phases of shedding old skin have turned to high speed, as the basic training classes are complete, and a new philosophy on combat has set its teeth deep. Many recruits have found the training arduous, difficult, frustrating... just as the designers anticipated. Yet a peculiar sense of extreme dedication and "stick-with-it" power has been salvaged, and the clan is humming with a fresh scent of energy.
Even through a lifeless waiting period, most of the new clan has held the course. These men of duty and willpower have proven unbelievably loyal and ready to learn, even though the sting of the new program leaves a mark at times.
Generals Cougar and Grimesy have been working steady to fullfil the tactical dreams of their classes, and with the students almost at mid-semester, the grades are being whipped out shiny and pristine.
Many members, even in the early classes, have found an interesting proficiency for their passions, and even a few have found their niche.
Still, a good portion of classes remain, and Tactical Moon continues to build a new generation of warrior.