[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/181006/65f72a3cd34c2c7654bb5f6d50902531.png[/img][/center][right][hr][b][color=white]Garnian Salient[/color][/b]
[color=gray]Rear Lines[/color]
[sub][@Deadnaut][/sub][hr][/right][indent]Kirsi grinned from ear to ear as the girl laughed at her cheesy joke. Perhaps the Asseni's attempt at making friends was going to work after all. [color=85C7B9][b]"Kirsi Lüneburg—with two dots above the U. Nice to meet you, too... or maybe I should stop rhyming."[/b][/color] She went on to state, nodding happily to Marielle's response. However, as quick as Kirsi and Marielle's newfound friendship began to blossom, it was just as quickly interrupted by the First Lieutenant.

[color=0AB100][b]"8th Platoon, gather your gear and webbings. Plans have changed. Advancement commences in 15 minutes, so haul-arse over to the frontline steps! Anyone who refuses to come is to be court-martialed, so let's get a move on!"[/b][/color]

In response to the First Lieutenant's orders, Marielle had stated that the duo should head to the trenches together. [color=85C7B9][b]"I'd love to, Marielle. Just let me make sure I have everything, and we can head on our way."[/b][/color] Kirsi replied, though she was somewhat disappointed that they were to head out so early. It seemed whomever came up with the statement that war never changes was quite the awful liar.[/indent][right][hr][b][color=white]Garnian Salient[/color][/b]
[color=gray]Front Lines[/color]
[sub][@Deadnaut][/sub][hr][/right][indent]The trip to the front lines was rather short, but it was unsettling. Despite the fact that Kirsi had someone to talk to, there was a lot going through her mind at once. They were being thrown right into combat, where Kirsi would likely have to kill someone, unless the Imperials shot the Asseni first. This battle would be entirely different than all those training battles she went through, but Kirsi knew that they were destined to fight to free her homeland. To free Assen. To free the farm. To free her parents. The god of war had finally given the Asseni her chance to weather the storm like she wanted to do so those many years ago.

Regardless, it didn't help the fear Kirsi was already experiencing. The Asseni had trained for months, yet she felt less ready than ever. She was scared of dying young and alone in the cold, menacing wastes of no man's land, but all Kirsi could do now is bite her lip and quiver in her boots as the stares of weary soldiers locked upon the recruits, as if they knew something they didn't.

Thankfully, Kirsi's new friend seemed eager to look out for her in the coming future. [color=85C7B9][b]"I... I'd like that. We can watch over each other's backs, right? I'm sure we'll drive those Imperials back to where they came from—for Assen and the Federation."[/b][/color] Kirsi replied as hr confidence began to return upon Marielle's gentle smile and calming words. Even if Kirsi had no idea what their next operation was to be, she was sure that the Federation was going to let the Imperial bastards have it.[/indent]