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[color=gray][color=E9AB17][b]Interacting with:[/b][/color] Michael [[@Conscripts]][/color][/center]

[color=gray]Well, she was here...

Training was rough. More than rough, actually. Paloma hadn't been yelled at like that her entire life. Much of training, she was on the verge of tears, but she never cried in front of anyone. Instead, she swallowed the hot knot in her throat, transforming her fears and horrors into determination and tempered rage. Her muffled sobs turned into angry cries when she addressed her higher-ups respectfully, making sure that she used their titles and names accordingly. Eventually, that sadness had disappeared completely, and Paloma no longer felt frightened of the training regiment. Especially when she saw there were other people there, other people like her, boys and girls who all joined the Federation Army for their own reasons. She was like them, they were like her-- and she saw them as something similar to family.

Even though she didn't really know all of their names...

Paloma held position to the best of her capabilities, her ears pricked for what Lieutenant Middleton was telling them. Trench warfare frightened her, but didn't it frighten anyone? That, and it was raining and early. Surprisingly, the rain calmed her and cooled her down. On the battlefield, however, she was sure that things wouldn't be the same. One slip up, and she was done for. They were fighting against Imperials, and they weren't playing games. If she faltered for even a second, she was dead. Anyone was dead. She wondered who wouldn't be here when their assault was over. Who would be lying face down in the mud? Who would come back? It was a strange feeling, seeing all of these faces and hearing all of these names. They had families back at home; husbands picking up weapons to fight for the safety of their wives and children, wives doing the same, children, like her, who had felt a strange thrill of adventure and enlisted.

There came the hot knot in her throat again. It wasn't sadness or fear, but another emotion she didn't know the name of. Paloma perked up when she heard her name on the list, then the names of the Lance Corporals. Black and Charpientier... They were strange names, but she wasn't one to judge. Paloma went to approach them after everyone dispersed, but a dark-skinned male reached them first. She didn't want to cluster around the two lance corporals, so she went off in another direction.

Paloma caught sight of a sapper sitting at one of the nearby tables. He was looking over his weapon and making sure that his gun would work in battle. The feeling of her own gun's weight rested heavily on her back. It would be smart to take it in for inspection. What if it didn't work on the battlefield? She was sure to be worm-food.

[color=E9AB17][b]"Hey. Name's Paloma Violetta,"[/b][/color] she told Michael when she approached. [color=E9AB17][b]"I was wondering if you could take a look at my gun. Don't want it screwing up out there, right?"[/b][/color]

She smiled, holding out her weapon so the sapper could take a better look at it. The guy seemed nice enough. Then again, all of the youth here seemed nice enough. Hopefully, they would be fine on the battlefield.[/color]