[center][h3]Private Durandal[/h3][/center]
The young lady Durandal had been rather quiet. Focused on her inner calm, she knew that her state would do her no favors in combat. She needed to be crisp and mentally sound to face combat, and that was how she intended to be. To that end, she spent her time in a meditative state, securing her mind against whatever insecurities or doubts or... whatever it was that had been plaguing her.

They were deploying, and Miss Jatmoore had assigned her to the rear guard with someone new, a Private Hexner. The explosion shook her from any further meditation. "Two sets of eyes to watch everyone's back, including yours. We'll work together." Regan made some final, fine adjustments to the position of the Far Eastern sword on her hip, and hefted her mortar lance up to clear her legs, so she could keep up with the squad.

The journal the Sergeant had given her, the one she'd been reading from Sergeant Attenborough rested in her breast pocket. It wasn't really something to take into battle, was it? But, all the same, she knew she should hang on to it.