Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160222012105/@comment-5583506-20160317012109

Aleksandra was furious. There was no telling to what she could have done if given the proper reason. She had risked her life, the lives of her men, by following that horrible man's orders to a death trap where his puppet had been ready to put a pin in their wheel altogether. It was obvious that Zekoff wanted her gone, but not as much as she wanted him gone. The man was as incompetent as he was dangerous.

The worst kind, she remarked. I have killed better men as collateral damage.

As for what awaited her she couldn't care less. She felt as helpless as that girl back on Earth who had joined the army all for the sake of pursuing something that was most likely dead and buried, along with countless of other things that her faction had walked over with their rubber boots.