ActionâŚ.
As Jasmine slithered around the room, she slowly grow more an more worried, be it about Shepardâs safety or how she would survive without him on a ex-alien cargo ship now full of xenophobic soldiers.
As she slowly went insane with her pacing a soft knock was heard coming from the cold metallic door that shielded her from her would be coworkers and potentially enemyâs, she stared at it for a minute before hearing another soft knock, her battle tested mind start analyzing things as she slithered to the door.
The knocking sound was heard again when she was about half way to the door, the knock was rather light, which could mean two things, their a new recruit afraid of messing up or a female as most knock lighter then their male counterparts, unless angry, then they just scream or throw lighter punchâs in most situations that Jasmine been in.
âWhosse there?â, she hissed out as she slowly typed the code in for the door, yet waiting to click the little green check mark that would open the door.
âRookie Angel âJackrabbitâ! Reporting for guard duty maâam!â, she sounds young, less then 20 yet older then 15, must of been a special case for her to be recruited.
Jasmine stared at the little green symbol, thinking if she should just stay in her room until she starts to starve but sighs after a moment and presses it, the sliding door opening an revealing her new âFriendâ for the next few days.
They both stared at each other, a short girl only recently recruited staring up at the war veteran that was the viper commando, an the female viper whose fought so many battles she canât even remember when they started fighting who looked down at the 4â9 trooper, she was shorter then the average advent troop, an she was rather thinner then her fellow soldiers.
âWhat do you need sssoldierâ, her eyes look over Angel, seeing her rifle on her back, hoping she wonât have to use it.
She stares for a moment before blinking âoh Uhm just wanted to get familiar with you maâamâŚâŚ. See what you where gonna do today so then I can plan a good route through the ship with the less amount of people in between so nothing bad can happenâ, she gulps as she looks away from the imposing figure of the snake, seeing as she was taught at a young age to fear their deadly bind and poison spit, an now having to work with one isnât helping her anxiety.
Jasmine just stares at her, thinking, yawning as she only woke up a bit ago, her tongue rolling out as she made a rather odd sound, easily noticing the twitching of Angels left hand.
âGive me your data pad, I will put in my sssscheduleâ, she held a hand out to Angel, her black finger nails filed down to a dull point so she didnât stab her hands or other people on accident.
The young soldier reached into her back pocket an pulled out her data pad an handed it over, her hand entering the room an only now noticing how hot it was in there, she simply waited as she watched as the snake opened her data pad an put her daily schedule into the datapads calendar for the next few days.
âDoneâ, was all Jasmine said as she handed it over and slithered out of the room, Angel quickly following behind her.
Surprised, it took a bit of an effort and manages to keep up with with the large snake being but angel manages an marchs behind her.
âWhere are we headed for first maâam?â, her rifle is in her hands safely on as she followed the snake.
âCafeteria, Heard there was going to be chicken sandwiches today, want to get there before the main part of the ship doesâ, She makes a soft affirmative sound and manages to keep up, no wonder they called her a jackrabbit, sheâll most definitely be a Ranger after her first kill.
After a bit, they both finally make it to the cafeteria and enter, only the night crew is up and about and eating, good, Jasmine immediately heads for the chicken and gets a plate, her bodyguard does the same.
Jasmine looks around and sees a couple early wakers finally come Inside meaning the main crowd will be here soon, she picks the farther table and sits, Angel siting across from her, checking her data pad.
For a good while itâs all nice an quiet as Jasmine eats her chicken, until a hand can be heard hitting the metal table beside her.
She looks to her left and sees a large male soldier, a scar over his left eye, a tattoo of an bird on his soldier, Falcon, one of the Avengers top snipers, âThis is my seat snake bitchâŚ.â, he stabs a combat knife into her half eaten sandwich, âLeaveâ.
Angel watches rather scared as both veterans are in a glaring match, she watches Jasmine stare at her now ruined sandwich before seeing her hand ball up as she hisses angrily, and-.
-Cliffhanger!-











