Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160222012105/@comment-5583506-20160316233621

Aleksandra stormed off the shuttle, not caring about instructing her soldiers that the mission was over. Instead she marched straight for Zekoff's office, opening the door. If she hadn't worn a helmet Zekoff would have been able to see her livid expression as she had been once again snuffed of her life search. By one of her own nonetheless. A soldier whom Zekoff had personally entrusted with a mission.