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Adapt and Thrive.

Those words echoed inside her head like an empty cavern. The bitter cold she felt didn't phase her. After all, when one could control water and ice, why worry about the cold? Why worry about anything really? Worry left you open and being open meant others had the upper hand. It was always best to be the one with the deck stacked in your favor. That's why she walked out of the ship without a word.

London, a newly formed SOLDIER, stepped out into the Zelera Tundra. Her long, blonde hair lifted in the breeze. Her face, despite the cold, bore a stone cold expression, almost like she was bored. Since she wasn't shooting anything, she technically was bored. She wore her sunglasses over her eyes, despite the lack of a harsh sun. Her armor dipped in light blue and cold black fitted around her body. Her sniper rifle tucked safely away on her back above her hip. It gave her a sense of comfort, really. An odd thing for a gun to do.

She was not the first here, it seemed, and she arrived with others. She didn't know many of them, save for a few she knew from reputation and rumor alone. She wasn't jumping for joy at the prospect of working with a team, let alone a team she knew nothing about, but she wasn't about to let this opportunity get away from her. So here she was, in freezing temperature about to embark on a mission that could very well be dangerous, deadly, and her last.

She actually managed a small smile as she stepped toward the encampment.