Riya sat with her arms crossed over her stomach, her head turned to watch as Lake Bresha came into view. It was lovely, but she had little appreciation for the sight. Cocoon was known as nothing more than home to enemies more vile than the beasts that roamed in the wilds of Gran Pulse. Rather than take in the sights, it felt more appropriate to focus on the task at hand: securing information from a defective soldier of Cocoon.

She’d have much rather been assigned near the front lines, doing her best to watch over her allies. But she also knew that this information was far too important, and she’d simply have to trust them to watch out for themselves. Her presence was much more valuable to the small team she was ordered to accompany, yet doubt still tore at her. A contact from inside Cocoon willing to give such important information to the enemy sounded like nothing short of a trap; regardless of what assistance he may have offered in the past. In order to ensure they make it in and out safely, she had to be at her best.

Once Bresha was in sight, it wasn’t long before the airship prepared for landing. She let out a sigh and allowed herself to relax in the brief moment before the airship landed. They were entering a warzone, and any concerns were best left behind for the sake of survival. As the airship landed she made a brief check of her equipment. With everything in order, she gripped her bow tightly and steadied herself on one of the aircraft’s walls, and taking one deep breath, prepared to enter the fray.

There was little time between leaving the airship and being plunged into combat. Chaos swept the streets, and while it was surely a living nightmare to those more directly involved, Riya was thankful that it made their operation easier. There were far too many skirmishes happening at once for their enemy to put much pressure on the elusive unit that quickly made their way through the streets and wreckage. Even when Cocoon soldiers tried to engage, many of them were soon overwhelmed by groups of Pulse soldiers that came to their aid as the four slipped back into cover. The rest of the unit did well taking down any soldiers that got too close for comfort, and Riya focused on taking out distant threats with her bow before they could become a problem.

Her concerns from the flight resurfaced slowly the closer they came to their target, but at the sight of the relaxed man sitting in front of the waterfront a small fraction of that concern seemed to be lifted, if only momentarily. It wasn’t long before two more soldiers came into her vision; at the sight, she promptly halted and drew back her bow, prepared to shoot at any sign of aggression.