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While Dalatyr became the unquestioned centre for Infrastructure's Industrial Output, the committee knew that some regional bases of operation were going to be necessary. Early on it was enough to station a platoon or company of soldiers in a town and converting the great hall of central hold into a barracks, but eventually the need for something more was created. The answer was the Garrisons. Work on the first Garrison began in early the Spring of 10IA on the frontier. Six Companies of soldiers, eight hundred and sixty four troops were brought in to work on the project as well as about a thousand puggers, lumberjacks, masons, blacksmiths, carpenters, cooks and other artisans and workers. All of which under the supervision of clerks and occasionally committee members and fed by constant supplies from the surrounding villages, quarries and the workshops of Dalatyr.

This construction project took three years with delays in construction brought about by winter, producing a fully Equipped fortress. five meter tall walls with brick outer layers with packed earth and battlements for soldiers and cannon. Inside were Sixteen barracks buildings each capable of accommodating a company of men as well as mess halls, granaries, bakeries, meat larders, warehouses, lavatories, fire fighting equipment, a bath-house, laundry, stables, workshops, infirmaries, a radio tower, a generator and offices for clerks and the commanding officer. Outside were a few storehouses for some non essential items, a firing range, pipes that brought in water and a few hundred meters off a cesspool. This was Garrison-1, and several more like it would be built.

General Sven Smedth spent a fair amount of time around Garrison-1, it was a good command post and he often would go there to pick up troops on the South Western frontier, as well as bringing back soldiers from the front lines. He also looked up on the newer Garrisons to check up on their construction. While he knew there was more than enough disagreement on the subject and he was not the kind of man to let this get in his way of doing his job, he much preferred the creatures comforts of the Garrison's Commander's quarters to camping out and the bloodshed of battle. Even if he preferred his own home with his Stefia and their children and the rest of the family ready to come by for dinner far more.

For that reason, he was quite happy to receive note one day in the 16IA year that his Natasha was to come along to Garrison-1 to help install a lighting system. He was also quite impressed by the means by which they were transported, moving 163 kilometres by rail in less than a day. When he arrived, they soon went their Separate ways, knowing that they would have dinner together. To hold him over, he bought an apple and decided to take a little stroll, safe with the knowledge that he had two bodyguards with him. As he walked around, he looked around at what was growing around the Garrison. It started with a few odd job men, a handful of artisans and labourers who found jobs with the military and their families, buying food from the garrison. Then some young man that Sven believed to be named Farman decided to start a bar that he named (despite his bad spelling) The Drunken Fish, selling his half decent beer in a warm place. He was followed by a multitude made their way around the town, building homes and shops and selling things to each other and to the regularly paid soldiers. In three years since it's completion, he was amazed to see a settlement that was larger than most villages emerge around it. First Dawn had already ordered that streets be laid out properly on a grid. Once more he was in awe at what was was made at the order of the Survivors. At the moment of the best things about it as far as Sven he was concerned would be that their would be that his daughter would enjoy something better tasting than simple rations for dinner.

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While Dalatyr became the unquestioned centre for Infrastructure's Industrial Output, the committee knew that some regional bases of operation were going to be necessary. Early on it was enough to station a platoon or company of soldiers in a town and converting the great hall of central hold into a barracks, but eventually the need for something more was created. The answer was the Garrisons. Work on the first Garrison began in early the Spring of 10IA on the frontier. Six Companies of soldiers, eight hundred and sixty four troops were brought in to work on the project as well as about a thousand puggers, lumberjacks, masons, blacksmiths, carpenters, cooks and other artisans and workers. All of which under the supervision of clerks and occasionally committee members and fed by constant supplies from the surrounding villages, quarries and the workshops of Dalatyr.

This construction project took three years with delays in construction brought about by winter, producing a fully Equipped fortress. five meter tall walls with brick outer layers with packed earth and battlements for soldiers and cannon. Inside were Sixteen barracks buildings each capable of accommodating a company of men as well as mess halls, granaries, bakeries, meat larders, warehouses, lavatories, fire fighting equipment, a bath-house, laundry, stables, workshops, infirmaries, a radio tower, a generator and offices for clerks and the commanding officer. Outside were a few storehouses for some non essential items, a firing range, pipes that brought in water and a few hundred meters off a cesspool. This was Garrison-1, and several more like it would be built.

General Sven Smedth spent a fair amount of time around Garrison-1, it was a good command post and he often would go there to pick up troops on the South Western frontier, as well as bringing back soldiers from the front lines. He also looked up on the newer Garrisons to check up on their construction. While he knew there was more than enough disagreement on the subject and he was not the kind of man to let this get in his way of doing his job, he much preferred the creatures comforts of the Garrison's Commander's quarters to camping out and the bloodshed of battle. Even if he preferred his own home with his Stefia and their children and the rest of the family ready to come by for dinner far more.

For that reason, he was quite happy to receive note one day in the 16IA year that his Natasha was to come along to Garrison-1 to help install a lighting system. He was also quite impressed by the means by which they were transported, moving 163 kilometres by rail in less than a day. When he arrived, they soon went their Separate ways, knowing that they would have dinner together. To hold him over, he bought an apple and decided to take a little stroll, safe with the knowledge that he had two bodyguards with him. As he walked around, he looked around at what was growing around the Garrison. It started with a few odd job men, a handful of artisans and labourers who found jobs with the military and their families, buying food from the garrison. Then some young man that Sven believed to be named Farman decided to start a bar that he named (despite his bad spelling) The Drunken Fish, selling his half decent beer in a warm place. He was followed by a multitude made their way around the town, building homes and shops and selling things to each other and to the regularly paid soldiers. In three years since it's completion, he was amazed to see a settlement that was larger than most villages emerge around it. First Dawn had already ordered that streets be laid out properly on a grid. Once more he was in awe at what was was made at the order of the Survivors. At the moment of the best things about it as far as Sven he was concerned would be that their would be that his daughter would enjoy something better tasting than simple rations for dinner.

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