[center][h1][color=lightblue]Kalina Kovalic[/color][/h1][/center]

Court-martialed? For what? Kalina just raised an eyebrow at Valerie explained herself. The civilians were being [i]useless[/i]. If any military tribunal actually took their side over active combatants in a time of war, then Rassvet almost deserved to lose. Before she could vocalize that, however, the marshal deigned to answer her question. 

Another bit of incomprehensible nonsense. The recruiters evidently weren't being quite aggressive enough in this backcountry hole. Forget the effect on the town, if they didn't enlist every healthy youth of age, there wouldn't be a nation left at the rate the war had been going by all accounts. She'd seen enough territories collapse in her childhood to know as much. Preserving the future was all well and good if you had a hope of winning. Reality was a different story, as evidenced by the ever-growing Vangar borders on the map. Better to have a ruined land to call home at the end of everything than to have none at all. 

For now, she just let the marshal walk away. There were other things to consider. Like dinner.

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[color=lightblue]"Mhm. Sure."[/color] Kalina nodded along politely to Gerard's story, more interested in scarfing down her barbecue pork than whatever he was recalling that everyone in the squad had already been present for. Thankfully, Valerie knew what she was doing on the grill. Good enough to go for seconds, really. 

She was in the midst of reaching for more meat when the sky lit up. Even before Valerie said anything, Kalina was already cycling through the airship models she knew in her head to try to pin down what it was. Unfortunately...

[color=lightblue]"Not an in-service military airship, on either side."[/color] She responded, quickly snapping up a piece of grilled chicken with her fingers and chomping down. No sense in wasting food if they were about to move out. [color=lightblue]"It's either a civilian liner or a prototype, but the profile looks closer to civilian designs."[/color]

She stood, nodding along with their sub-leader's assessment. 

[color=lightblue]"Ready. Don't need to tell me twice to do my job."[/color] Active service was all she'd ever wanted for as long as she'd been old enough to understand the concept. Really, it beat putzing around the country for a few weeks.