[color=0072bc][h3]Lilly/Evan's Post[/h3][/color]
[b]'What are your views? Any insights or opinions?'[/b]

Lilly stayed quiet for the most part when the question was asked. She was scared, of that much she was certain, but what would telling that accomplish? Her unease might well be contagious and spread to the other newcomers of the squad. No... Despite Harald's request for an honest answer, there really was only one proper response she could give. [b]"It sounds difficult... but I think we'll be fine. Now that we have been properly trained, there should be no issues."[/b]

Evan, who had just swapped driving shifts with Bons, sat down beside her and voiced his agreement. [b]"Damn straight, Darcsen. The only issue we're gonna have is how to deal with our boredom after we mop up the sorry lot of imps out there."[/b] Grinning fiercely, it was obvious that he was looking forward to the fight. 

Lilly slid away from Evan, trying to avoid being crushed by a mountain of meat as the mechanic sat down. Her position in the APC had just become much more cramped. Looking thoroughly uncomfortable, she squeezed herself into the corner, trying to keep a little bit of personal space.

*CrackCrackCrack!* 

The sound of a sudden burst of gunfire startled Lilly, and set the members of the squad into a flurry of activity. Some readied for combat, others looked around confused, and PFC Hunt and Sykora both scrambled over the sides of the APC and ran off in the direction of the sound. ... What should she do? Hunt and Sykora... they were both people she felt somewhat close to (or at least closer than the rest of the squad), and she had promised Hunt to watch his back. She stood up, about to jump over the side and run after them, when she was suddenly assailed by more doubts. Should she leave the squad? Should she wait for orders? But... Hunt and Sykora might need the extra person... What should she do? Should she stay or should she go?

With Bons at the wheel, Evan stood up and manned the recoilless rifle. Making ready for combat, he quickly surveyed the surrounding area for enemies, before looking back at the rest of the squad. No imps in sight, but the squad was pretty shaken up. Blonde girl beside him seemed especially nervous when Sykora and one of the FNGs took off. She kept standing, crouching, looking around as if confused as to what to do. Chuckling, Evan tossed an offhanded comment her way. [b]"What, He your boyfriend? Ah, go with him. Darcsen'll probably get us all organized in a minute anyways."[/b]

Despite the massive blush that Evan's comment brought fourth, his encouragement finally snapped her out of her indecisiveness. Scrambling over the side, she put her running training to good use, catching up to Hunt and Sykora.

When she finally caught up with them, Lilly saw that Hunt had already dealt with the danger and was interrogating what looked like another Gallian soldier. The girl was dressed in standard lancer gear, though she was clearly without her assigned weapon. In it's place, she wielded a foreign looking blade that was still wet with blood. If not for her somewhat panicked state, Lilly would have wanted to ask about the sword since it was unlike anything she had seen before, but that would have to wait. Deciding against adding another rifle to the collection of weapons aimed at the girl, Lilly quickly began scanning the area and looking for more Imperials. Were there anymore out there? What had happened? Why was there a single Gallian soldier here? 

Her questions were soon answered by the girl (now revealed to be Private Durandal) when she explained her situation, and when Durandal said that they should leave due to the possibility of more Imperials coming, Lilly couldn't agree more. The faster they got back to the squad, the better. [b]"W-We should bring Ms. Durandal back to the APC. We need to stay with the squad if there are more I-Imperials nearby."[/b]