[Center][B][h1] 6 Years ago, The Shattering[/h1][/b][/center]

[i]At the time, when it seemed the world was about to end Dura watched as the fleet fought to slay the best. Watched as many ships were destroyed and inevitably the personnel on board where killed. Watched as a chunk of the beast was removed, and watched as the beast was slain. Her and many other medics like her had been recruited or volunteered to join the fight. To keep as many of the injured alive as possible. 

This was the darkest time in her life, she hated watching and not being able to help, she hated no knowing if she herself would come out of this alive, if her ship would be the next to go down. If they would succeed, if they would save the planet. She could only patch people up as her own ship took damage. It was the one thing she was good at. Many people died in the fight and to this day she still feels guilty that she was one of the few who survived.[/i]

[center][b][h1]Present Day[/h1][/b][/center]

Dura had been stationed in Germany since the time she had joined the OMR. It had been a rather uneventful time. Mostly working in the facilities Clinic until she was deployed on various missions. Those were few and far between however most missions didn't require a field medic, much to her disappointment. It was only the longer missions she ever got sent out on, the ones where getting back to base or a hospital was risky if not impossible should someone become critically wounded. Which meant that she had long periods of utter boredom. 

She has been informed that she was chosen for this particular mission about a week in advance which only made her extra antsy to get started. Per-planning all the materials she would need even though she wasn't entirely sure what the mission would entail. By the time the day of the meeting actually arrived she had already compiled a list of various supplies, as well as bothered anyone she could think of the the files on the other members of the team "for medical purposes". Yes this was partially for medical reasons but mostly to satiate her own curiosity until the time came. The Orc female had poured over the little bit of information she could get so intensely she had memorized them almost completely and put names to faces, aka pictures, fairly quickly. 

Dura was doing a last look at the files before she glanced at the clock and realized she was supposed to be in the conference room in a couple minutes. "Shit." She muttered as she gathered up the files and put them in a neat pile on her bed. Luckily the living quarters weren't to far from where she needed to go. She fast walked toward the building she needed to be in, many of the other agents barely able to avoid the Orc as her long strides carried her at a decent speed to the room. She did however come crashing into one agent who happened to be carrying a rather large stack of papers and books. The smaller human had come around a corner at breakneck pace and the two collided causing the materials to scatter on the floor, as well as the poor smaller male. The poor boy couldn't have been older than his early 20's. 

"Oh my bad, here let me help you out." Dura said reaching for the male who was now on the floor to help him up. She did a quick scan to make sure he wasn't hurt as she pulled him up to his feet. She then leaned down to help pick up the scattered materials. The two managed to gather them all up, the whole time the other agent muttering apologies. Dura just laughed it off. "No big deal, now I can blame me being late on this unfortunate mishap." She winked at him and hurried off intent on not being too late. Though she was sure she would be the last to arrive at this point.