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Thier reaction was pretty understandable like. She was an unknown soldier who just bring bad news. Worst, she was telling them how doom they really are. She closed her eyes and sign, slightly tired of this encounter.

“It’s OK if you don’t trust me or believe in what I said. I was supposed to be killed yet they were pretty surprised to see me back at the camp.”

Still frowning she open her eyes and give them a good piercing dead gaze.

“You will remember what I just tell you when you push your last breath. FYI, my captain shield me for the gunshots and his last word were an order.”

Her voice cracked but she regain composure quickly.

“To keep hiding under his death corpse so I can get out of this mess alive. We often spoke about breaking this shitty scheme down, I guess speaking about it was just another nail on our coffin. I’ll find a way out, with or without you fuckers. ”

Her voice sounded like a beast growl as she spoke these last words.

“ Now that’s being said, if one of you even dare to speak about this, I’ll tear you appart like a fucking rag doll and will make you an example for other to keep thier damn mouth shut about this. I don’t want my only family to be killed for nothing.”

Her eyes scan every single face in the tent and finishing by Zadam and Shal.

“So, you majesty, what’s your plan to save your kingdom from demise?”

At the mention of his royal rank, the word pierced through the ice prince’s chest, as if to mock his past, who he was and the sacred purpose he served. His teeth gritted, eyes seething with hatred towards the impudent young woman who dared step on his true identity.

“Your impudence has no place in this troop.” However, his anger had soon turned to a serpent-like smirk, chuckling in the sorry fate that was foredooming an arrogant newcomer like her. In the battlefield, where you only have yourself, death would be looming from all corners. And who would come for help when the time comes for her demise? Nobody. Not one of them, because nobody would want a thorn like her. And once she is gone, everything will be back to the way they were. But did Shal need to tell her that? Maybe the smug little smirk in his face enough. 

“Enough is enough.” A firm voice then cut through the trouble. The Captain was back, boxes of supplies in tow behind him. Even when he had grief-stricken eyes, he still had the authority to send the soldiers back in line. 

“I will have nothing of this. Corporal Fall, Corporal Volars. Both your incompetence is enough problems for me to solve one day.” He heaved off a sigh, just really exhausted. Abel was quick to aid him, taking a few of the boxes into the tent, where the soldiers were finally given the first ration of the day. 

Shal have also decided he would have nothing more of this, so after the Captain gave him a look of disappointment, he hissed, clenched his fist and altogether, just left the campsite. 

Zadam in the meantime, took the steps to make their new comrade feel a lot more at home, especially with the kind of welcoming committee that just gave them the warm hello.

It hurts, it was hurting her pretty hard. She never wanted to be in this unit, never wanted to survived this mission but yet, there she is. Seeing how shot-tempered the Zarminian was amused her. For two good second she looks at him dead in the eyes and a tiny grin appear on her face. “I did mind my own business, just happens that you hate the truth and you run away from it. I guess that with an attitude like yours will send us all to hell in no time, I’ve no doubt.” She puts her hand on her hips giving her a stance like an adult who’s about to lecture her kid. “I never wanted to stay alive after losing my family, you don’t know the pain, losing your brothers. Also thanks to you for lifting this information but my team was not killed because of its incompetence, but because of ours skills. Do you know how many points left we had before freedom? No? ” Her voice cracked, her verdant eyes became watery and her glare quits the boy’s blue eyes for the first time. “After that mission, we were free…” She swallows her feelings and her angry eyes meets his again. “It was arranged, we were meant to die, because we can’t make it, we can’t leave this place alive. Never. So… Dying with my team or dying with an dog who just bark at his comrade like a good for nothing king… Meh” She shrugs and give him a painful smirks.

‘What are you talking about?” Abel had to ask at the big reveal. But Zadam already had foreknowledge of that. It wasn’t news. He wasn’t born yesterday to not know the kind of bullshit the army was feeding to everyone to get them to follow their bidding. This just confirmed it...at least, if she was telling the truth.

“Don’t give me that crap.” Shal was still on retaliation. His eyes, while remaining cold as ice had a little frown. Her story shook him. And everyone who had heard it, as weary as they were in their hunger started asking their own questions.

“She’s lying. Don’t believe a thing she says.” Shal simply crossed his arms in confidence. The team wasn’t anywhere far from freedom either. But it was perhaps too late. 

Zadam had to do something. The system was the only thing that was keeping everybody sane, even after they are faced with the truth. It was the only thing they could hold onto to go on living. 

“So, what made you think we’d believe you?” He broke off Shal’s yapping, and it created a ripple of doubt among the kids. “I mean, after all, they’d kill you too, won’t they? There wouldn’t be a sense in keeping you alive when you’ll just tell everybody their sorry ploy to make us all obey.” He was playing her game. She was a proud creature. And he wasn’t shooting her down to bring her pride down alone. “Don’t get too high on your delusions, lil’ lady. We are all standing in the same ground here.”

Acknowledging how this punishment felt, since her unit lived it so many times because of bad behavior, she didn’t felt sad for the kids thinking they didn’t really knew how harsh it could really be. To her, this unit seem like a bunch of princess who’ve never been punished.

As Zadam bumped on her she pushes him back, just enough so he can recover his balance. He wasn’t welcome in her personal space, specially if he did mess up.

Riona knew from the very first day that life is unfair and you must fight if you want to survive. But only a few of these children were used to this version of life. Most of them had family, daily meal and an home and this battlefield was not an upgrade of their previous life.

The elf girl giggles as her viridescent glare stabs the snow white boy. Closing her eyes like she was some what pissed, she re-opens them on Zadam and with a smirk before she finally spokes.

“I get it now, he’s the good for nothing one”

Moving to Abel “The fucking fire ant…”

And finally went back on the ice boy.

“And the yapping leader’s dog, spiting his poison on his comrades rather than looking for a solution about their problems…You’re good for blaming others yet you did nothing much to resolve it, so you’re to blame too. If you would find a solution, your beloved captain wouldn’t have to clean this mess and you would get more esteem from your unit and maybe have a promotion, you know. But you doesn’t seem to be the kind who’s thinking much, eh?”

Abel seemed to have not been affected too much. He was more concerned at the fury at their comrade’s face. With his venomous stare, and lips growling to show gritted teeth, he gave the girl a piece of his mind. 

“And you should learn to mind only your business.” His eyes narrowed, glaring directly at hers. “Nobody asked you here. Not one of us wanted you. You should’ve followed your incompetent comrades to hell.”

Thorned between grief and anger, she stared at Abel some second like she was making some dark schemes in her mind but she resigned, blinks slowly and her gaze went back on Zadam.

“Alright, show me the way, pretty girl.”

She carefully let Abel walk in front of her so she can keep an eye on the boy. His kind scare her to the bone and even a merely child made the painful memories back on the surface… It was way before the war, yet it feels like it was yesterday. Fire and heat was her enemy and this little one is the incarnation of all this suffering.

As they walk to the tent, the pointy eared girl felt anger vanishing as the vision of numberless tents fill the horizon. It felt like home, an horrible one yet… That was she had and it was still better than her previous life.

Her chest felt heavy as she saw her old tent being put down as they passed by. She couldn’t help but give it a look and her gaze flew away to her new home. It was close, they were almost neighborhood yet they never met, except when a good fight started and their leader,Fina, break through.

Suppressing her pain she walk to her new home letting others entering first.

“Pretty girl?” Why did that affect him so unexpectedly!? While all of the men found in this entire planet would possibly get their blood boiling at the sound of that, the blue-haired soldier was trying to hold his grin. He didn’t want to be rude to the bitching lady, else shit gets worse. He’d know for one. He’d had a sister, whose antics resembled hers greatly.

But more than that, there’s something else that’s making the attempted insult funnier. While his gloved hand covered his amused face, Abel was holding a soft giggle.

“Thanks, you’re too kind. But believe me, I ain’t that pretty.” It was said as if to hint that someone else was prettier of a ‘girl’ than he was in the team. Abel was now laughing a little louder. It might have ticked their new comrade off, but well, she’d soon know what they meant. And by soon, it was just a second after they’ve arrived at the tent’s entrance. 

The door parted, and a tall, slender figured stepped out. With skin pale as snow, almost blending with the strands of silver locks framing half his face, his icicle eyes immediately shot a glare to the two soldiers coming in. That glare was cold and cruel that it almost sent a chill down Zadam’s spine if he didn’t know the young man. But he did, and by this time, it was already known what kind of friction was transpiring between them. He could only tell himself one thing. 

“Uh-oh. What’s he angry about this time?”

“Hi, Shal! You guys eaten?.” The kid greeted, and Mr. White Face merely shot a look downwards to his short height. He crossed then his arms, eyes still squinted at the blue-haired guy as if he was eternally pissed at Zadam’s mere existence. And without no further ado, the bomb was finally dropped. 

“They wouldn’t surrender the ration unless the unit is complete. Thanks to you, we would have no meal for the day.” 

Zadam was taken a little back with what Shal said, his throat drying a little in speechlessness. 

“Hey, it ain’t as if we’re playing games! Captain took a little longer than expected.” He looked back at Riona. “But our new comrade is here now, we could update the attendance an--”

“I’m sick of your stupidity. Enough with your excuses!” Shal hissed, his demeanor turning for the worse. He grabbed Zadam by his sleeves and then slammed him back to the ground. It wasn’t enough to get him tumbling to the sad, but he did get pushed further, even bumping towards Riona in the process. Shal’s anger grew hotter.

“How am I supposed to feed these children!?” The opening of the tent was pulled, and it revealed the rest of their unit - kids of various ages in the sand-colored uniforms - some even younger than Abel, curled around the tent’s insides, holding onto their grumbling stomachs. Some of them timidly looked at the newcomer, but most of them glared flaming anger towards their older teammates.

Zadam couldn’t believe his eyes, so could Abel’s. 

“But...we gave them the list for today’s ration, right?’ Abel shook what he could grab on Zadam’s clothes. “It was surrendered on time, right!?” His little voice was croaking in panic.

“Yes we did.” Zadam could only confirm as such. What he missed was that because a new additional number was listed, the gluttonous ration supplier went for an inspection. When no new soldier was found and the reports didn’t match, they were sentenced to a day without a meal. It was a just punishment for soldiers who lie. It was how the system worked in the army. Unforgiving, apathetic. Only the strongest of the strong of these mere children are bound to survive. Of course the whole thing was a mix-up. The Major was the one who took a longer orientation than expected. And even though Captain Hans had another summon order to go to right after, nobody expected any inspection would transpire for one stupid additional name on the list. 

Despite that fact, Zadam was still one to blame - at least for the seething snow man standing before all of them. 

Still looking at the ground, the young woman followed her new assigned leader without a word. The heavy fog in her head lifts immediately when she heards a new voice calling for her. It was like an alarm ringing after an horrible night full of nightmare. In a blink, she lifts her deep sea green eyes at the young man, looking death into his eyes almost like she was looking at an enemy.  As he ask his infamous question, she frowned and her gaze narrowed         “…”

After some seconds of silence she blinks and her stiff body relaxed a bit. Not that it was really the case, but she remembered what would happen if she starts a meaningless fight just to fix her feelings. It was common in her last squad to pick a fight for any reason. It was known to be one of the most brutal and unpredictable team on the battle field, like wild wolves on leaches eager for meaningless kill.But all this was for winning back their freedom. But with the team dead, it was back to square 1 and this luxure feels like a distant dream.         “I don’t know, would you be alright after seeing your leader death body shielding you from a deadly blow? Of course I’m alright after seeing my only ’‘family” dying in front of me. Thanks for asking pretty boy, you almost sound like someone who didn’t even know how it feels to lose someone, but thanks for your concern.“

Annoyed by the dandy boy ,she sighed and lays her eyes on the small soldier. Wondering what kind of weirdo she will now live with, her expression changed to disgust when she recons his nature. Riona almost takes a step back while her eyes stabs the little one with icy daggers. His dark skin and hair, his eyes red as lava. Her skin almost felt the radiating heat emanating from him gaves her nausea which makes her frowns with repugnance.

Still looking at him she rolls her now dead leader’s scarf around her right hand and rubs her knuckles like she was really for a good fight. In a blink she now looks at the pretty boy and clear her stiff throat

        ” So, where are your…. Where are OUR headquarter, now? “

Little Abel’s chest sunk a little when the newcomer gave him that glare. In this cold but rocky desert filled with faceless shadows stepping upon inferiors at his current rank, he should’ve been used to it. And he was! Or so he thought. This solder. This girl...There was just something else in the stare that she shot him. It pierced through him like a bullet. 

Of course, the reactions as visible as they are to Zadam couldn’t be missed. As laid back as he was, he was also an observer, a good reader of character. And even when the infamous newest member ain’t giving him any dishonest vibes, he just thought that was plain fuckin’ rude to the lil’ guy. 

But Zadam understood.

The retaliation, the uncomely bitching...they were really all just bark. She was no more than a wounded wild fox. She was just trying to defend what was left of her sanity...the tightness of her clenching fingers into that tattered, bloody remnant of the family she no longer had. 

Zadam didn’t say a word. He merely shrugged, and Abel returned it, even when his little fiery eyes were confused. And then to answer the girl, the blue-haired soldier pointed to a direction with a thumb. 

@spacesoldierssaga

If felt like it happens a moment ago but these moving pictures were burn deep inside her mind.  Freshly out of the infirmary, she was waiting still in the officer tent, gazing down at the ground. Someone ignoring the event would wonder what she founds so interesting about it, yet everything seems numb for the girl who was in fact lost in these memories she wishes she didn’t have.

Bruises and fresh wounds were roughly patched but Riona didn’t feel that physical pain. Lost in the nothingness inside her, the pointy eared girl was enduring an horrible pressure who was crushing her body like a black hole of despair swallowing everything on it path. The smell of dust and blood were sticking in her nose and makes the memories even more vivid like the edge of memories and reality was as thin as an hair. The link with reality she had left was this blue sky scarf stained with blood. It was his… His scarf…and blood.

The summon to the Major's tent didn't come a surprise. In fact, the captain expected it. Everyone knew what it was that happened. Any news could reach every member of a troop undisclosed or not. Not that he wasn't spared of the details. He didn't let himself, no matter how much it cried at the back of his head that Sunder was dead. 

To see is to believe. And now, he is.

As the pair of amethyst eyes laid upon the item at the soldier's hand sitting in the tent, that have only confirmed the rumors, hunches...even the nightmare he had.

With Major standing in the room, looking at his entrance to the tent, the hand shaking into a clenched fist at his side turned to a stiff salute. Even when his eyes screamed of heartbreak and the struggle to remain tact, he still found the strength to step up and greet his superior.

"Unit 50-1C Captain Finarih Hans, reporting to duty, sir." His voice, even when deep still had an unsual softness. Perhaps even a little croak. But it went unnoticed. He received the Major's instructions silently, answered only to what was needed, and gave a salute after the meeting was over.

Pretty soon, he found himself walking out the door, the soldier in tow. Or at least, she was supposed to be. Riona, was it? He knew her name before he could garner access to her file. Infamous, highly revered shape-shifter, and the only female soldier among the thousands that resided in this godforsaken planet. She is going to be under his wing now. That was the news. That was what the meeting was for. The re-assignment of a troop member. Nothing more, nothing less.

But Fina didn't need to ask where was the rest of the newcomer's team, or why they never returned from their most recent mission. He didn't even intended to ask. The blood on the item in her hands was enough evidence to know...for sure. That Sunder can never return to hand that scarf back to its rightful owner.

"Uaah, Zadam. Leader is back!"

A little voice rung in the distance. When he stopped on his tracks, he turned to the side, seeing a short and dark figure, drawing nearer, along with a taller shadow. He couldn't see through the slight haze of the cold afternoon's haze, but he knew who they were. He heaved off a sigh.

"You morons don't know what stay meant, don't you?" He crossed his arms over his chest. It still ached in pressure. But seeing his troops wait for his return got the ticking timebomb that was his heart a little more time before it exploded.

"So, it's true." Zadam peered behind his body, blue eyes taking a peek at the female soldier tugging behind the captain. For a second, he felt his chest sunk, eyes widening. He didn't want to hear what Zadam could say. He couldn't.

"’This her? This is pretty freaking weird. I haven't been this in close proximity to an actual female in so long." He continued. Fina could breathe for now. But he threw the guy a punch on the arm. Eyes disappearing at the hair that blew to cover his face, he walked on ahead.

"That's all you think about. Moron."

Meanwhile, the smaller soldier stared at his leader, walking alone, sinking in the distance. Something was off. He could tell. He could feel it. But there was a newcomer, and his eagerness to meet her took over for a little bit. He turned to her, sporting a little smile, before his eyes widened, recognizing the item that she held in her hand. That was...

"Leader's scarf?" He whispered to himself.