Snippet #1498067

Lily sat in the vast stadium, people milling around to reach their seat in time. All in all it was somewhat of an organized mess; something that the military had excelled at. She had not once ever truly seen her military superiors not prepared for something, it simply just didn't happen. It was quiet, the atmosphere of the room proud but slightly nervous at the same time and everyone that spoke seemed to be speaking in a hushed tone. Or maybe that was simple how she was seeing things, her own emotions perhaps clouding her perspective of others.

Her eyes swept the room quickly; darting around to search out for people she knew. Well specifically four people she knew, her brothers. She saw the her two younger brothers, Liam and Ethan sitting a bit higher up while Chris and Drew sat almost in the front row, their status was much better than her own. She sighed softly, wondering if they would be okay. Logic argued with her that they would be fine, better off than her even but she still couldn’t shake the almost insistent worry about them. But that was probably to be expected of her, they could be reckless at times and act before actually thinking about it. That was what worried her.

Though at the same time, when she looked around the room she noticed something that always continued to shock her at least a bit; the female population in the room was depressingly low. Lily had grown used to it after a while from being consistently surrounded by testosterone environment but she always found herself wishing for more girls. She knew that this wasn’t exactly something that woman found themselves to be liking but she would have wished for just a few more. Not that she had anything against men; they usually proved to be entertaining and carefree.

She shook her head, trying to vanish the thoughts from her mind. She knew that most of the time she tended to overanalyze things and this wasn't the time nor place to do it. All she really needed to do from now on was go with the flow and hope for the best. She didn't worry about the team she would be put on, she knew everyone here right now had gone through the more than vigorous training that everyone had had to go through. The people that had surrounded her were all proud looking, a common trait that could probably be found in everyone there. It wasn’t that that was worrying her, it was what she would have to do afterwards, what all of them would have to do.

Her mind reeled from the thoughts that had started to include death when she heard the twins named called and she looked up, her cheeks suddenly coloured with a light blush. She hadn't been paying attention to just about anything; she just hoped no one had noticed. Though Chris and Drew, her older, twin brothers had been called into a Squad called Team Shadow Strike, an apparently elite squad. She resisted the urge to just roll her eyes, she knew for a fact she would be hearing about this by them, they would gloat a lot more than necessary the next time she saw them, if she saw them. She saw them walk up and get their teams, Drew's eye catching her own. He gave her a small smile that held nothing but restrained pride.

Teams and teams kept on being called up and she found herself to be just a bit nervous. She twirled the material of her uniform with her fingers, trying to busy herself. She felt a small shock ripple through her frame when she felt her name being called and she stood, walking over to the podium with a small smile on her face; appreciating yet just a bit nervous. She gave everyone in the group a nod and a small smile before she felt a small trembling on the ground for perhaps a second. It was the heavy clouds before a storm, the harsh waves before a hurricane and what happened next was just as unexpected. Then the beams of the strange creatures that they were meant to battle with sliced through the ceiling.

She felt her muscles lock up and she stood poised, ready for battle. She winced as the screeching invaded her ear drums, making them feel like they were going to burst. She shuddered softly and watched as aliens came into the room, the basic ones. She had been prepped on them and knew as much as everyone else did on them; it wasn't much. It never was. She turned her head, waiting for instructions from her captain but saw Chris and Drew move from the corners of her eyes. She watched with a small shock as they left the building with so much as a second glance. She felt her blood turn cold for a second until a voice ripped her out from her thoughts.

It was Johns. She looked up and nodded at him, they needed to get out of there if any of them were to survive. She nodded and then turned as she heard a shrill scream, much louder than all of the other screams. The smell of burnt flesh filled the room with the almost metallic smell of blood. She watched as one of the solders was unfortunate enough to have his skull pierced by the foreign tail and she gasped, turning her body to look at the rest of her squad. "Ready when you are," She said softly, soldiers milling desperately around waiting for an escape.