She wasn’t in the trailer, but she’s one of the new major characters; Kelly Marie Tran, the actress playing her, was on the panel for The Last Jedi and got to reveal her character name, a bit about her (she’s a maintenance worker), and a photo:
‘Even if he’s not here,’ the other voice said, ‘we can get
Coll back anyway. Do some damage.’
‘I don’t care about that,’ Hamish said. ‘I just want to find
that asshole. It’s his ute out the front.’
Braden snuck down the small, dim corridor that was part
pantry, part exit. Surrounded on all sides by cereal boxes and Tupperware
containers and a sack of potatoes and more. He knew he couldn’t run – he’d
never be fast enough. Instead, he powered up the phone and stared down at it,
then realised the number to contact Coll was still on the slip of paper on the
Call emergency. Call
What would they do? Send the RFDS? It would be too late!
Would they care? He was an omega coming out of heat. What would they do, exile
Hamish again? Wasn’t he breaking the
Restraining Order just by being in this house?
He’s just shattered
the window of someone’s property, how much do you think he cares about that
Restraining Order really?
Booted footsteps in the house, and Braden’s fingers shakily
keyed in Aodhan’s number instinctively. But his fingers weren’t working. His
fingers that he could always trust to work. To fucking work.
He was shaking too hard. He couldn’t even read the screen
The footsteps came closer, closer. Braden couldn’t make
himself stop shaking. It was infuriating. It had been almost a decade. Almost a
Then, the footsteps stopped.
With a sense of horrified inevitability, Braden slowly
looked up to see Hamish smiling at him – standing in the entrance to the pantry.
‘Hi, Braden,’ Hamish said, ‘of all the omegas to find in my
neck of the woods. Do you want to give me the phone?’
‘You’re- You’re breaking the Restraining Order. Remember?
The Conduct in Exile Order?’ Braden managed, trying to summon a shred of strength
from some dark corner in himself. ‘You will go to jail.’
‘Do you think?’ Hamish said, leaning against the entrance
and blocking Braden’s chance of getting back out to the kitchen. Braden shakily
fumbled at the locked door handle behind him – maybe he couldn’t outrun an
alpha, but he was sure as hell going to fucking try. ‘Don’t do that, Braden.’
It was like the years of therapy, the years that had passed,
didn’t matter. Braden stilled. He hated himself for it. But his hand dropped to
(Side note: RFDS stands for the Royal Flying Doctors Service - they’re an emergency service; if you live in remote Australia they will fly to you and fly you to a hospital. A family member needed them a few years ago, and they were brilliant. They run essentially on volunteers, and rely on donations to keep in the air.)
It’s official, my ULTIMATE dream is to work for the RFDS (Royal Flying Doctor Service of Australia) as a flight nurse. I did some research today and I discovered that I need 3-5 years emergency experience. I thought at first.. MY GOODNESS! but I just have to take it one step at a time. I wouldn’t be mentally or physically prepared to be a flight nurse after this year so I need all the experience I can get! Cannot wait to graduate this year and for my life journey as a nurse to begin. COME AT ME WORLD! :D