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[center][color=800000][h1][i]2nd Lieutenant Yvette Slade[/I] [/h1][/color]
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[indent]"Sir, yes sir, Lieutenant," Slade responded with a smile peaking from her lips before concealing the rest of her face into the EHCS helmet.  Exiting the building, she turned to Craster lightly nudging her shoulder, "You ready to rock and roll, Corporal?" Slade chuckled as she turned the knob on her CD player, increasing the volume while the two were making their way out. Slade was being playful, excitable, maybe too much so. But finally, the second lieutenant was given a mission, and alongside her was Medic Craster. Was it perhaps a bad thing that she could not stop wondering what drama was happening back over at the storage room. Not that Slade was intentionally trying to be nosy, because if so, she would have brought it up to Craster. However, instead Slade was concerned, Delouse was stuttering more than often when she arrived abruptly. She's recognized a speech impediment in the lieutenant before in public, but in private, it seemed so much more of an obstacle for him. Yet, the stammering and stuttering may just be the side-effects of a greater issue. Or maybe nothing was wrong, nothing at all. Maybe, it was just some private time the first lieutenant and the medic could get off alone. 

As for the medic, Slade's heard enough about situation. Honestly, there was a part of her that felt bad for Craster. Whether she did murder her CO or didn't, Craster is going to have to live on with that reputation besides the fact. But it’s why the power of accusation is so damaging, proof or not, it always leaves a lasting mark. Slade sadly just wishes she's been stationed in NO-36 longer, though it may be considered monotonous due to the lack of any action, it would comfort Slade to know her team a bit more. Not that Craster and Slade were strangers amongst each other, in fact because the medic took her job seriously with no complaints, Slade appreciated Craster and perhaps she felt the same way. 

"Staff Sergeant Jacobson," Slade communicated through her radio to the survivor. "This is Second Lieutenant Slade reporting with Corporal Craster, our medic. We are headed your direction. Are there any signs of hostilities? What is your condition? Over." The Lieutenant and Craster crossed through the mountain pass, moving closer and closer towards Jacobson. Of course, she wouldn't be Slade without making conversation on the way, not as annoyance though. "Who would imagine on a day like any other, the Tellosians declare war and target NO-36 out of all places." Talking to Craster, she quietly laugh, but this time it was moreover an obvious type of nervous laughter, because the nearer they approached the more it seemed so real, so familiar. She remembered a day that seemed so normal, just like today seemed like so. On that day she could not forgive, with her old unit, she became second lieutenant all because of an ambush, all because she couldn't just watch. Who could? So she turned their own trigger on them. Rogue forces, she never put a name to who they killed for. She doesn't need one though, the memory is enough to bear.

The next thing Slade imagines, the next thing she feels is her fingers jammed against her Omega Allegiance Repeater, she fired the shotgun with each bullet riding through the armor of the Tellosian scouts until she could she see the snow painted with their corpse. Slade made it, at a distance, not a far one, she could see Jacobson. Teamwork played a part in the small attack, Craster, Jacobson, Slade, they all fought together because what choice did they have with the enemy patrol in offense reaction? Once safe for the moment, the second lieutenant sprinted towards the staff sergeant, but as doing so, a wounded scout, not yet dead, grappled Slade from her blind spot. She had a knife to the neck, her head faced Jacobson, being used as some kind of hostage. But the position was not a foreign one, Slade was known for her skill in hand-to-hand combat, its the reason why she chose a suit built for flexibility. Jabbing her elbow into the scout's gut, she weakened him into break herself loose and parry the action, sweeping him to the ground. 

Tackled, Slade finished him off with gashes through the torso with her Phantomstrike Slicer, "Staff Sergeant-- rah... Jacobson I've been---.. grh!" She continued stabbing the scout, you could have seen it two ways, either that she was making sure he was dead or that it was overkill. To Slade, she was facing recompressed thoughts of the first time she faced death. It surely wasn't healthy for her, but discussing what happened then was something she has not mentioned though it was known, she was called a hero for it. Now she only seems... damaged. To come to look at the grim site, there were other seeds of trauma buried inside. The same friendly Slade back on NO-36 had exchanged into one of bloodlust. The perfect soldier she seemed, this was her downfall- it made her into a killing machine. 
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