[color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker[/b][/color]

It was a relatively peaceful week, a quiet week where she had time to reflect on everything she was experiencing. Having no routine planned or given to her, she reverted to her usual schedule, going to exercise and eat following a timetable of a place far away. During those times usually allocated to her for experimentation, training, or anything else they might decide to do to her, she would be either sit silently in her room, or be at Ground Zero trying to keep her stigma down. 

Her package finally arrived mid-Saturday, packed neatly in the middle of the room. 

Even through the collar and the drugs, there was some excitement bubbling through the haze, as she opened the box before staring blankly at the very long sword within. Tentatively Hazel lifted the sword — it felt to be about 3 kg in weight — feeling its heft and balance. It seemed to be balanced towards the blade, perhaps not ideal considering the entire sword measured about 140cm from pommel to tip. Why did she buy this again? It seemed sturdy, and the blade was thick and unsharpened, but it was nothing she would desperately need on any sort of battle. Shaking off the feeling that she may have wasted resources on unimportant items, Hazel continued on unpacking the items within. 

Solid armour, one that may protect her life in any more coming fights. Everything seemed sturdy and made very well, but there was something she realized she had not taken into account.

Hazel had no idea how to put them on. 

The gambeson and chainmail was easy enough to figure out, as well as the gauntlets, but the rest took a bit of doing before she figured out how to work them. The gorget gave her the most trouble — even more so than the tasset — with its puzzling shape and use defying her imagination, before she realized she could put it on her neck and attach the spaulders to them. After that, it was simply the matter of putting on the helm with the aventail attached and going to Ground Zero to test it out. 

The entire armor seemed bulky at first, but surprisingly the weight did not affect her as much as she thought it would. Hazel thought it maybe had something to do with all the weight being lifted with her hands making it seem heavier than it was spread on her whole body. If anything the gambeson made her feel warm and comfy inside her armour. As for the sword, it didn't seem like she had much use for it, but it was somehow entertaining using it  to cut down those fake people, listening to their pleas and desperate scrabbling for survival. The dull thud reverberating through the blade and to her hand, that dull snap as their bones shattered due to the heavy blade; it was all music to her ears.  One even lasted a whole half hour, as she carved his limbs bit by bit, whittling them down like one would a stick. It was enough to make her blood boil, before she was promptly shut down by the collar, having forgotten about it in her desire.

[hr][color=fff79a][b]Hazel Baker
Monday, 14th September 2020[/b][/color][hr]

She snapped awake immediately as soldiers piled into Suite 318, her body mindlessly obeying orders even as her mind was still struggling to wake up.

Once lead to the administration building, she and the rest of the other subs were given a briefing of another mission. No doubt it was going to be as rigorous as before. Hazel stared at both the image on the table's slanted screen, and those by Commander Kardos himself. 

She blinked as the commander continued speaking, words and jargons spinning in her head before... .

Hazel closed her eyes for a moment, before opening them again. Six squadrons; the spearhead that would strike into the enemy's heart, the vanguard that will meet the bulk of the enemy's forces head on, an auxiliary unit taking care of strays, two medic teams, and a rearguard to provide relief to anyone that needs them. It was troubling that the auxiliaries were the two she distrusts; she would have to keep an eye out to avoid getting shot in the back. The vanguard at least was filled with one familiar face. The rest, she was merely acquainted with. Grant with matter manipulation, Angelique with her sonic scream, and Emma with her summons. Siena was... she wasn't sure what Sienna does, but it should be something strong considering she was in the vanguard. 

This was structure. This was order. This was familiar. [color=2e2c2c]But why was it familiar?[/color]

Clearcut objectives. [color=2e2c2c]A sure path to death.[/color]

In a way, it reassured her, even if she might be going towards her death. She remained attentive, until Kardos dismissed the group to prepare themselves by the next five to seven hours. Given that he would supply them with some equipment, she would simply ask them for some ear plugs for the coming battle. With that taken care of, she headed towards the cafeteria for a quick meal, before heading back into the dorms to don her armor.