[center][h3][color=D8bfb8]Private First Class Esther Rose[/color][/h3][/center]

[b]"Private First Class Rose, Second Lieutenant Slade reporting. Overlord just announced Tellosian forces are headed to NO-36, reinforcements are led our way. Do you see any signs of hostiles or auxiliaries? Over."[/b]  Esther was hoping for the actual Lieutenant to respond. A frown furrowed on her face under her mask. She paused and looked for anything else in all the storm. She shifted the vision on the helmet of her suit.  Her eyes narrowed, but there was not anything, and through the weather, she could hear nothing of importance.

[color=D8bfb8] “Second Lieutenant Slade. This is P’ivate Fuhst Class Wose, The a’ea is clea-uh. Ovuh,”[/color] she shifted her position, looking around once more. She felt lost.

The inadequacy of the situation was penetrating her bones nervously. Her eyes narrowed to look beyond the void in front of her. They were out there. She bit her frowning lower lip, and put the communication device away. Her hand grabbed hold of her hammer. She could barely feel it through the gloves of her suit, but her hand was wrapped tightly around the handle. Perhaps, the hammer wasn’t the best weapon to use—but God, she was fuckin’ good with it.

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[b]"Hey, Esther! We have forces incoming, I, uh, figured you'd like to know," Private Webley paused, "You, uh, technically outrank me, but I recommend you head to combat position."[/b]

Esther had stiffened her arm, about to swing the hammer at him, so startled by his sudden bombardment into her concentration.  She frowned, again.  Softening her arm.  She put her hammer back into its holder around her waist and let a small frustrated sigh escape her lips. What was the point of even keeping watch when she was missing half the action?  She shook her head, trying to shake the inadequate feeling. 
 
[i]It[/i] was actually happening. This is what she had been waiting to happen. She was losing hope that any importance would come from her being in the Interum military.  Alas, all she really needed was patience, as her father often told her. She opened the door to the bunker and jetted inside of it, positioning herself in combat mode.  She really wanted to be in a tank, but the excitement was decent enough, so she couldn’t really complain.