((This takes place approximately one year before Rose joined Verdune Village.))
Rose glowered out from under her cap at the
miserable weather. Drizzling rain had dampened everything in sight for weeks
now and her mood was beyond sour. She sneered and spat, reaching down to wring
out her long black tail for the third time in ten minutes, tail ring safely
stowed in her tent where it would not get in the way.
“Weather fuckin’ sucks,” she growled, smirking up at
her superior officer. The man rolled his eyes – she had made this statement
countless times this week and continued doing so purely for the amusement of
seeing the Exile Human’s sour expression. She snickered, peering out into the
field where their trenches had long since filled with water and were rendered
useless. The dead lay where they had fallen, corpses bloating as the rain
continued to fall heavily as it had when it began.
“Always th’ comedian,” The officer, Galen Warpwood,
smirked at her through a close-cropped beard, revealing a few gold teeth, “If
ye’d learn when t’shut up maybe ye’d already have gotten that field promotion.”
Rose snorted, but he continued, “Until then ye’ll stay th’ field medic y’are.”
She simply shrugged in response.
“Pff, s’good enough fer me, hon.” The man flinched at
the inappropriate moniker and glared at her.
“Ye’ll call me ‘sir’ an’ that’s that. If not, jus’
stop talkin’.” He growled. Rose merely chuckled, turning to look back at camp.
“Shift switch soon, yeah?” She sighed, “Could use
some grub righ’ about now. Maybe play a bit o’ poker…” She grinned
mischievously at Warpwood, “Maybe you’ll win back all th’stuff I took from ya
last time we played.” The man scoffed,
face belying the embarrassment he felt.
“Pff, I c’n take ya any day at any card game.” He
laughed in earnest this time, “One more hour on watch duty ‘n I’ll show ya who’s
boss.” Rose slapped her knee as she let out a loud guffaw.
“You got it, boss.” She nodded curtly.
Rose glanced up in alarm as sirens began to blare
their warning calls and every soldier in the area leapt into action, “Dommies’re
comin’!” She reached for her backpack, filled with essential medical gear, as
well as her gun holsters. Not ten seconds later the air was filled with
Dominion hovercraft dropping personnel before flying back to their position of
safety in the mountains. They were overrun – but that didn’t mean they weren’t
going to try their damnedest to take the bastards out.
Superior officers barked orders and shots rained
down upon the Dominion soldiers. Rose leapt to and fro, alternating between
aiming shots at enemy skulls and treating wounded Exiles. Many fell on both
sides until finally only a few Dominion fighters remained. The largest of them,
a Cassian male, had one of Rose’s colleagues by the neck with a gun to their
head. The man’s panicked expression made it evident this was a last-ditch
attempt to escape from a poorly planned attack on the Exile fortification. A
low growl escaped Rose’s throat as she prowled toward them, taking care to hide
behind tents and crates to avoid being seen. No one took note of the small
Aurin female as negotiations for the safety of the Exile captive took place.
Rose scanned the crowd of surviving Exiles for Warpwood.
Finding him, she caught his eye and jerked her head toward the Dominon soldier
holding the Exile hostage and slowly drew her thumb across her throat. Her
officer nodded curtly, returning his attention to the situation at hand.
Leaping from the shadows, Rose hooked an arm about
the man’s neck, legs and tail secured about his waist and pistol pressed
against his temple. He panicked and dropped his gun. Her short black hair came out of its queue and fell lank
around her pale face. Fangs bared in a malicious grin, she barked at the
remaining Dominion soldiers, “Weapons down ‘re yer boss gets it right in the face!”
Their eyes widened and rifles were immediately dropped and hands raised. The hostage quickly ran to hide behind the
other Exile soldiers and the Dominion soldiers were promptly trussed and tossed
in containment units.
Turning to Warpwood, Rose cocked her head to the
side in a silent question. At his nod, she grinned and glanced sidelong at her
“G’night, hon.” She pulled the trigger.