"Remember, we are all relying on you and your teams to score us this needed victory”
The words of the general seemed only to encourage Phyllis. She needed no knowledge of the chance of winning, nor of the consequences that would come if she was to fail the task given her. Each battle in the League would be one step closer to finding her father again, and she would be sure to keep that objective prioritized. Phyllis did not share any deep connections with Aequitas. Sure, the dome had originated from somewhat the same area of the Earth as her ancestors had, but for all she cared it was just another mobile city, another piece of a puzzle displaying the human legacy.
Eve’s strict expression drew Phyllis back to the reality. Phyllis’ face became a mixture of emotions: Eve’s expression made her worry, but her feelings were at the same time too confused from the inputs the General had given them. With Phyllis’ brain unable to cope with her feelings, Eve luckily announced her plans to retire to her room and then walked away, Phyllis spotting Blake in sharp pursuit. She decided to once again glance down at the holographic map, her thoughts moving elsewhere. “Triticum, huh?” she thought to herself in an inner monologue. “Being a crops-oriented dome they’re probably not heavy on psychokinetic users. Should be easy to charge their ranks”.
A soft noise towards the room’s exit made Phyllis aware that all of her fellow soldiers had left the room. “Better find a room and get this armor cleaned”, she thought to herself, her eyes slowly closing as a response to the once again growing sleepiness. A yawn came across her face as she moved down the hallway of the main building, her helmet striking against the side of her armor with every step. A slight annoyance with the helmet could be seen across Phyllis’ face, her normal style of fighting not including the use of said protection. Phyllis noticed that the amount of civilian staff visible had decreased over the course of the briefing. “The mess is probably overrun with people”, she noted to herself, her stomach responding with a quiet growl.
The league dormitory’s entrance came closer with every soft clank from her armored boots. As Phyllis walked through the entrance, a copy of the main building’s entrance albeit smaller, she noticed the dormitory assignments on the wall mounted screen. Skimming quickly through the list, she found herself assigned to room two. Not caring about the rest of the soldiers’ assigned rooms, she quickly paced her movement towards the supply room of the dormitory. Walking into the room filled with everything a soldier could want in maintenance supplies, she quickly decided upon a standard cleaning set needed to conduct maintenance on her medium armor.
Entering her assigned dormitory room, Phyllis noticed that she had been assigned to a two-bed room. “Surely they do not expect me to live with others?” she said softly to herself, her words structuring her sentences much easier when alone. Phyllis began to detach her armor from her body, the cleaning kit thrown down upon the white sheets of her chosen bed. As her hands became free of the armored shell, Phyllis noticed a small but noticeable tremor throughout her fingers, the prospects of finally going into real combat making her body flow with adrenaline.
With most of her armor off and cleaned, only the chest piece and legs remaining on her body, the lack of sleep was finally wearing Phyllis down. She quickly undid the two lasts pieces, pushed all the armor to the end of the bed and slipped into the sheets, her shock-absorbing suit still on. “Nobody’s going to care after what I did this night”, she assured herself, the empty void of sleep closing in on her fast.
The words of the general seemed only to encourage Phyllis. She needed no knowledge of the chance of winning, nor of the consequences that would come if she was to fail the task given her. Each battle in the League would be one step closer to finding her father again, and she would be sure to keep that objective prioritized. Phyllis did not share any deep connections with Aequitas. Sure, the dome had originated from somewhat the same area of the Earth as her ancestors had, but for all she cared it was just another mobile city, another piece of a puzzle displaying the human legacy.
Eve’s strict expression drew Phyllis back to the reality. Phyllis’ face became a mixture of emotions: Eve’s expression made her worry, but her feelings were at the same time too confused from the inputs the General had given them. With Phyllis’ brain unable to cope with her feelings, Eve luckily announced her plans to retire to her room and then walked away, Phyllis spotting Blake in sharp pursuit. She decided to once again glance down at the holographic map, her thoughts moving elsewhere. “Triticum, huh?” she thought to herself in an inner monologue. “Being a crops-oriented dome they’re probably not heavy on psychokinetic users. Should be easy to charge their ranks”.
A soft noise towards the room’s exit made Phyllis aware that all of her fellow soldiers had left the room. “Better find a room and get this armor cleaned”, she thought to herself, her eyes slowly closing as a response to the once again growing sleepiness. A yawn came across her face as she moved down the hallway of the main building, her helmet striking against the side of her armor with every step. A slight annoyance with the helmet could be seen across Phyllis’ face, her normal style of fighting not including the use of said protection. Phyllis noticed that the amount of civilian staff visible had decreased over the course of the briefing. “The mess is probably overrun with people”, she noted to herself, her stomach responding with a quiet growl.
The league dormitory’s entrance came closer with every soft clank from her armored boots. As Phyllis walked through the entrance, a copy of the main building’s entrance albeit smaller, she noticed the dormitory assignments on the wall mounted screen. Skimming quickly through the list, she found herself assigned to room two. Not caring about the rest of the soldiers’ assigned rooms, she quickly paced her movement towards the supply room of the dormitory. Walking into the room filled with everything a soldier could want in maintenance supplies, she quickly decided upon a standard cleaning set needed to conduct maintenance on her medium armor.
Entering her assigned dormitory room, Phyllis noticed that she had been assigned to a two-bed room. “Surely they do not expect me to live with others?” she said softly to herself, her words structuring her sentences much easier when alone. Phyllis began to detach her armor from her body, the cleaning kit thrown down upon the white sheets of her chosen bed. As her hands became free of the armored shell, Phyllis noticed a small but noticeable tremor throughout her fingers, the prospects of finally going into real combat making her body flow with adrenaline.
With most of her armor off and cleaned, only the chest piece and legs remaining on her body, the lack of sleep was finally wearing Phyllis down. She quickly undid the two lasts pieces, pushed all the armor to the end of the bed and slipped into the sheets, her shock-absorbing suit still on. “Nobody’s going to care after what I did this night”, she assured herself, the empty void of sleep closing in on her fast.