It had been a long time coming, with all the danger and boredom that was to be endured by soldiers. Days and weeks in the wilderness, months of training and retraining, and unknown time just... lost.And then there was the mixed quality of leadership, the painful highs and lows of bonding with other soldiers... Of being tied and getting to know people who would reveal themselves to be unstable, or sick, or worrisome... And some of the good ones would just die.It wasn't exactly clear what the point of it all was. Was it all a mistake? Was it a joke? Cruelty? A scheme to make money?The mind and body was exhausted. "Red" was saying that the chance to come home was available. It was time for leave, R&R. Maybe weeks in rehabiliation... Physical and mental. Maybe even a padded room and a cocktail of medicines.
Rolled 10 + 4 (1d20 + 4)>>6373300Before we begin, a refresher on "Red"Half-scarred was putting it lightly. This wasn't your average burn victim - she's lost an entire limb and a half from it, and an eye on top of things. But that was all the distant past. Before being awoken kidnapped in a strange place. Before she joined TFV. Now, it's impossible to talk about "Red" without mention "Red" without talking about her weapon, "Caritas." It means Charity in Latin, and stands for a Gatling Laser. She was usually laden with several other weapons, as well.What was the endgame? Who the Hell knows. Right now though, it's about managing this headache. Was "Godmother" still in the picture? So many racing thoughts..
