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[center][color=800000][h1][i]2nd Lieutenant Yvette Slade[/I] [/h1][/color]
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[indent]With a swift cock of the blade, a bloody spurt slid against the surface of her helmet along with pervious stains adorn in the mere slaughter of the scout. Yet, it was at that instance of the Staff Sergeant confirming the causality that Slade had seen a lifeless body. "Agreed...," was the only word spoken in response to him. With one last glance at the body buried in both blood and snow, Slade sprung from the guts of it all. 

Slade heard screams, and it was not the cries of her victims. No, it was the Private, Webley. The same man who she had casually spoken to hours earlier over a pool table with the tunes of rock instrumental music playing in the background. He had cooked her day's meal before terror struck. And now because of that terror, because of those Tellosians, he was hurting, hollering in the pinching agony that pried his peace. If having an itchy-trigger finger was a disease, she was direly infected, but also certain it is contagious. 

Busting into the presence of her Lieutenant once her, Jacobson, and Craster returned, Slade noticed O'Connor's panic following Delouse's commands for composure. Slade firmly laid her hand on O'Connor's shoulder, wishing that he would just stop shaking, trembling, because up until this point to her, O'Connor was the most annoying among the unit. He was an irritating know-it-all, but now he was vulnerable, scared even. Thus grabbing his shoulder, the Second Lieutenant pushed him against the wall, with both hands now on his shoulder, briefly saying, "O'Connor! Listen, listen to me. I'm giving you an order- grow some balls. I am [b]not[/b] going to let you die today!" Her words were harsh, yet at the heart them, Slade was comforting him, not cursing him. She let go, "Death's going to have to take me before it takes you. Remember that." Slade cared about him to the degree that she was not going to lose him to the Tellosians or to fear. And that went for the rest of the team, because her blood lust was their insurance. 

"If anyone wants to join me, so be it. But I'm going to move out and spread out, hold them off from a different position." If they were going to survive, being back up in one area was not going to make it happen. They had to be flexible, secure the premises. So, Slade sprinted off towards the front entrance of the outpost, an obvious place that perhaps enemies may flood through when forces start springing in. Charging through, taking cover to cover for safety's sake, Slade was given another surprise attack for the day- they were no longer alone. Tellosian infiltrators breached through the BGO, she got the memo with the butt of a rifle bashed against her helmet, she tried coming back with a swing of the elbow but that follow with her taking a heel to a joint of the leg, feeling the breaking of her own bones. But that feeling was numbed by the anxiety of the death that beckoned against her shoulder.  Slade whipped out her sidearm, putting an end to her bone breaker and gunning down the few remaining Tellosians that crawled their way inside the post. "Grgh!" She cried into the comm as each step stung trying to find cover. "Got into another scrap, and a broken leg-- AH!," she cried into the comm.  We've been breached, managed to splatter some heads, but--" She was cut off by the sound of gunshots. "I NEED COVER NOW!" 

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