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In the course of unexpected events, people needed to account for variables or at the very least control them with as much information as possible.But for Atlas that was always a struggle, he could do so much once he knew or predicted the variables but the simple fact of the matter was that this war situation in America would need a trusted operative. Someone who was able enough to survive the onsalught of war but reliable report information to him, one who could observe Law and ensure Vastimian objectives where met without failure. It was in this quest for a person that he stumbled upon the file of a woman.

One which he knew of, a certain American immigrant who had similar origins to his own. But where he excelled at applying himself, she perferred a messier sort of business. Despite being far below the average energy expectation of dark operation operatives, she had managed to pass selections and perform well. This Lai "Liana" Zhang would prove to the exact tool for Vastime which she required, her personality and psychological records even to a degree useful. It was how unremarkable the woman was in terms of energy and maintain a low profile that made her the choice candidate to be his eyes and ears in America.

Thus, she would receive a summon to the office of General Atlas D'al Decter, the rising star of the military who had been appointed commander of their forces in the American and European front. This was most likely the highest ranked official she's met from Vastime that has personally summon'd her, and of course she would be expected to be in uniform. Once she arrived to his office within the captial city she would be greeted by the young commander. In fact two years her younger. But she would see a keenness to his eyes, the hetechromatic eyes of his. One was a soft hazel and the other an electric blue- no doubt mechanical from an engagement long ago.

"Good evening, SA Zhang. Or would you prefer something else?" The smooth tenor of his voice was clear as he gestured to his desk. Indicating she was free to take a seat if she wished, but he would take his own. White gloved hands would reach into his desk placing a folder on the desk. "I will get to the point, I require your services which will strip you from your unit. I require an agent for a delicate task of which you fit the bill for due to your skills and for lack of a better words; ability to remain under the radar as compared to some of our more supernaturally inclined agents." It was a quick summary but should she read the folder she would have complete understanding.

"Before I devulge any further, understand accepting this would place you in situations of which you may have no support. That you may find yourself under the command of an untried captain, and that your life may become forfeit. But in doing so you may render an aide upon this nation I cannot achieve without you. How do you answer?"




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Mon Feb 18, 2019 3:21 am

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Man, the world was getting crazier by the day. You could feel it in the air, you could see it across the rough waters. War was here, and not in any small way. It was hard enough making an opening to attack the opponent when you were the leader of a group, let alone a mere pawn of a bigger organization. But for someone like Lai Zhang, this was never really an issue. She was a Chinese-American immigrant that had fled to Vastime in the last eight years, and though she was a hardened woman who understood her role in their military machine, she found herself rather calm where others were clearly shaken. A drag of smoke left her mouth, and a sigh of impatience escaped the corner of her mouth as her large boots trudged through the dirt ridden path.


"啊......为什么我会被召唤到这么深夜...?"
"Ah... Why the fuck am I being summoned so late at night...?"


Across her face was a scowl of anger, and the moment she reached the large doors, she straightened her posture and took a deep breath in. She was someone who didn't really respect those of higher positions in a traditional fashion, and her clearly annoyed face made this very apparent. Her eyes glazed over to the side, and read a small imprinted tag on the wall reading one name: "Atlas D'al Decter". She had heard this name before, in fact if you were even remotely familiar with the Vastimian military, he was a known figure. There was no doubt he had a position of power, but to what end she did not know.

The doors swung open, and her eyes immediately laid upon the man. His figure was slender but physically strong, but the most obvious part was his heterochromia. One eye was a rather typical hazel, but the other shone a beautiful sky blue, so blue that it was almost hypnotic the moment she saw it. Regardless, her mouth made a clicking noise as she walked up, and listened to the man's greeting. It seemed he not only knew her name already, but she was a "person of interest". Her eyes scanned the desk in front of her, and tilted her head as she saw a rather hilarious photo of herself trying to drag a cigarette into her officer's photo.

"Good evening, sir. You can call me Liana if you wish."

She clicked her tongue a bit while talking, and then took a long drag of her cigarette.

The summon she received had specifically stated to wear proper Vastimian attire, and that presenting herself in that fashion was of high importance. Though it was required... Lai wasn't exactly the type of woman who felt a sense of importance in how she dressed. This was proven by her very short denim-jeans which were ripped at the upper thighs, and a black tank top with two gun holsters on either side of her chest. Her large trench boots were also covered in mud, and left a soft dirty trail down the middle of the room.

"Hm... I judge by that folder on your desk you know quite a bit about me already. "

She saw the gesture for Lai to take a seat, but she only pulled the chair out for a moment, then took a step backwards and paced back and forward.

"I've lived my life ready to die. Just make sure whoever you have in mind isn't some third-rate hack who doesn't know how to be a captain."





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"He seems competent, but as we know the trial of a man often comes when he is knee deep in the shit."

The smooth tenor of Atlas voice was calm, measured even as her appearance didn't disturb the general. The young man would lean back in his chair as he examined her for what she was, quite the thing. It was as if she completely disregarded the military norms and subverted them for her own amusement. Those like her often had a name associated with them, military mavericks who would either cause great anguish for their commanders or excelled their expectations. But for the man she was going to serve her purpose, and this attitude only further reinforced that.

She would see his lips part into a thin slash nothing at all like a smile, eyes which seemed to bare a pool of intensity to them that betrayed his calm nature. Those heterochromia eyes ever present on her, the sky blue eye of his cutting such a sharp contrast to the light hazel. It was as if that by simply staring at her he was ascerning who she was as a person, gazing into the depth of their soul. In that moment he'd close his eyes.

"I would speak upon how you are a brave soul, and you are rendering great aide to Vastime. But I feel that would only be in the service of nothing. Instead, I can only say that your order has been given- and you shall see it through fruition, Liana." It was subtle, but it was clear enough to be understood by two soldiers. There was no room for her to fail in this endeavor thus Atlas had taken the bold action to turn success into an order, she would not try- she would succeed. But at that point he'd stand from his desk removing his white gloves placing them on the desk, leaning forward onto it.

The intense gaze of the general seemed to cut through the air, and dug into her spine. There was a coldness to him, that despite the warmth he seemed to exude or personal charisma- there was an underlying sense that he had heard the moniker 'The warhound of Vastime' for a reason. His slender body from the moment she walked in seemed coiled tight, unable to ease it's self our of the general. "The man you will be serving under is named Law, he shall be taking a strategic base in the Bahamas before moving to Florida to secure foot for Vastimian forces. You will serve under him and make note of his actions. You will not be conducting many dark operations to my knowledge, the fighting will be intense." The man explained finally revealing the full nature of her mission, taking a deep breath before exhaling.

"Any questions, Liana?"

With that being said the male would lean off of the desk, fingers beginning to reach into his coat pocket as if to remove something. Within a few moments scarred fingers revealed themselves to be holding a cigarette from a metal container, no doubt some tobacco product grew in Vastime. For the briefest of moments he'd look around on his desk, as if for a lighter before grimacing that his was missing. He'd look to her once more, blue eye displaying a cold detachment for a moment before he held the cigarette in his free hand. One might wonder what actually happened to his eye, if they did not know the story of how he lost it. But it was a relatively well known one so she might.

"Spare a light?"




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Tue Feb 19, 2019 1:10 am

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In all truth, Lai felt pretty uncomfortable right now. Maybe it was her tiredness, or her silent anger due to being dragged out of her favourite bar by this meeting, but it felt weird. The intense gaze of Atlus was not helping this, and though she knew there was nothing but good intentions from a man who recognized her talents, something about it truly put her on edge.

"Yeah, well as long as he doesn't create that knee-deep shit pool himself the moment things heat up, it should be okay."

She took a deep breathe and yet another puff of smoke escaped her mouth.

It felt strange, and even though his blue eye pierced into her very soul, it was very obvious that this man had a similar presence to her. Fear was a tactic often used to make subordinates feel intimidated, but this felt different. It wasn't intimidation, it felt more like an invitation. An invitation to work together on a mission that truly meant something. Not being stationed in the barracks and chewing their own nails in anticipation, but actually doing something. He hadn't remarked on her rather relaxed attire, nor did he pay much mind to fact her ash and mud trail ruined the rather pristine touch to the room. He didn't feel like an official, no. He felt like something more. Even for Lai Zhang, a woman who understood her role and place in the world perfectly, it felt more like a hardened veteran speaking from experience, someone who didn't get caught up in the ridiculous idea of formality.

Her eyes felt the strong gaze pierce through her body, but she tried her best to stop the visible shake or discomfort. Her eyes gazed down and grasped the edge of the folder, littered with information, her scanned across the pages as he spoke. Her brow furrowed the moment she heard the name Law, and a soft chuckle almost escaped her mouth as she laid eyes upon his profile picture.


"Last person who called me a brave soul ended up with a broken jaw, so thanks for letting that be."


She spoke freely, completely forgetting the concept of rank and all ideas of formality.

"You say there will be endless fighting. Why not send someone more spiritually inclined? I mean, I'm not complaining, but this sounds strange."

Lai was completely aware of her position as a human, and that her spiritual presence was essentially meaningless. She worked best with weapons, guns that could be drawn upon to obliterate opponents. If there was endless fighting, sure, she could make work of any demon who came at her - but the idea of her being chosen confused her. Without even hesitating, Atlas' request was met instantly, with a lighter flicking out of her right pocket and snapping a flame out to light the cigarette. Taking a step back, she placed both hands on the back of her head and took a deep breathe once more. She could still feel his gaze upon her body.

"Atla--, uh, Sir..."


She took a small breath once more, and adopted a somewhat soft and sincere tone.

"Why me? Out of all the soldiers, out of all the people who have fought against Shadow Fall, why pick someone so volatile? I have no illusions about my life choices, and judging from that file, neither do you."




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The man would remain silent for a moment, a deep inhale of the rolled tobacco would be the only sound. Before he turned his head to the side releasing the smoke, idly holding the cigarette in his hand as it was lowered. As she spoke her question she would see his eyes stare out the window onto the Vastimian cityscape. It was as if her question invoked something in him, hidden behind those eyes. But in that same breath his head would turn as he laid them upon her once more, her sincere tone was met with something almost like warmth.

"We are blades in the hand of infinity, to move and act as we are bid." The man would remark tapping the cigarette as the ashes seemed to fall into a tray. His gaze holding onto the falling ashes, before he once more lifted those eyes to her. If he saw her uncomfortably he made no note of it, but this professional soldier would speak softly to her. As if imparting some secret knowledge, so forbidden tome. "The fact that we sometimes have second thoughts in the obeying gives us the delusion that we have some ability to determine our fates, that we are born with a freedom to choose our actions: to be kind or cruel, good or evil. That is mankind's most glorious and beautiful dream, but it is a delusion nonetheless." He'd inform her taking a deep breath before sighing, bringing the cigarette to his lips, dragging it softly before letting the smoke pool out his mouth. Soon it dissipated before he spoke again.

It was clear that Atlas believed that ultimately he never chose her, but rather her life was built around moments to lead into this moment in time. That her acceptance of what she was, who she was, and all the events surronding this decision was simply another piece in a machine they could not understand. "We are all playing a part, instincts- gut feelings- are simply the nudge we need to follow a path we 'ave no idea will end. That we shall serve a purpose, and then we will no longer serve one." The man would express, holding no belief that him picking her was ever a choice for him. But rather it was the culimation of a grand plan that neither of them would ever comprehend.

But in that save breath he'd take a final drag of the cigarette placing it into the ash tray. That shining blue eye of his, and the soft hazel, seemed to hold the utmost conviction. That this was not simply a belief for him, but a fact rooted in a lifetime of chances and impossible odds. That he stood before her having lost limb and nearly life, holding against impossible odds because his purpose had yet to be fulfilled. In this moment, he would speak to her.

"But if you seek the more practical answer, it is simply because you are a tried warrior with little publicity and have proven to be disposal should you meet your demise. That you have the personality traits I believe will ultimately lead to victory. All you need to do is simply, be yourself." He'd express in such a smoothness that the weight of what he said earlier seemed to bare little importance to him. It was as if a million and one thing was going through his head, each time he spoke to her was simply one file being opened and given to her.

"And call me Atlas. We do not have time for formalities. Does my answer satisify you, Liana?"

It was spoken so.. strangely. But it was not negative to hear, in fact his voice was pleasant in some regards. Not a baritone which could impose fear, not was it too high to be seen as childish. It was just a smooth tenor which articulated it's self with purpose. That each word was spoken with a strong intent.

It was clear to see why he did not fear failure, to have the assurance all you did in life would ultimately serve a purpose. That when you perished it would have a purpose rendered the man without fear, and due to that made him by far one of the most dangerous men Liana would meet. But just as he did not fear failure, he did not fear her ability to fail. Perhaps it was foolish, but through those irises of his he conveyed his intent: he believed her purpose was not yet fulfilled. Thus, she would be met with success.




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Tue Feb 19, 2019 4:18 am

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"I have no second thoughts about the life I've been dealt. It may be a delusion, and eventually my choices may fall around me, but that won't stop me from taking the actions I believe to be just."

Lai was a strong woman, anyone who had met her would instantly agree with that fact, but the moment that raspy yet soft voice hit her ears, it was both calming and unnerving in the same instant. Atlas spoke of delusion, and though his words held a merit to them, she read an almost helpless tone underlining words. She truly believed the actions she took in this life meant something, and though she was an insignificant pawn in the greater scheme of life, what made her valuable was the small actions. It was the punishment of the wicked, it was the merciless execution of enemies. The moment she set foot in the nation of Vastime, Lai Zhang made a promise. A promise that her home, The United States, wouldn't be subjugated forever. Whether that promise carries her to the doors of Hell is yet to be determined, but a promise none the less.

In between the words, with each breath of silence, it became ever so clear. She was here because they were one in the same. Hardened, military soldiers who have their entire being dedicated to pursuing the liberation of their Earth. This was the first time she had personally met Atlas, and there was much more to know about him, but this was immediately clear. She cleared her throat for a moment, and then threw the butt of a cigarette over her shoulder, particles of ash littering the air behind her.

"I don't mean to be rude, Atlas, but you could have opened with my real purpose for being here. I guess how impatient I can be wasn't in that file of yours."


Her tongue clicked in annoyance, but the smug face she would normally wear was not present. Her overall body was kept relaxed, and though she'd normally punch the asshole who made her wait for the answer, that cold but all encompassing stare made it impossible for her to react in such a manner. Probably for the best, considering the chain of command she fell under. After those words escaped her mouth, she began to stretch, moving both arms upwards and pushing her chest outward in a small groan.

"All I need to do is be myself? I've never had anyone tell me that before. Hope you don't grow to regret those words in the end."


Through her somewhat hesitant stance, she managed push through a grin of confidence. He was very clearly a man set on his ways, and if she was hand-picked for this mission, he had to truly believe in her capabilities. His answer calmed her nerves a little bit, and in the end his cold gaze became less menacing as the seconds passed. Pulling another cigarette out from behind her ear, Lai lit it once more and walked past the desk and stood a meter or two away from Atlas, gazing through the window to reveal the dark scenery below.












"Your answer was elusive, but I guess I'm satisfied. I have one more question though..."


Her gaze shifted to looking over her shoulder for a moment, but then shifted back to the window alongside Atlas.

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To say that Lai was a strange one would be an understatement, but rather she was a unique variable to the man. He hadn't alluded to it, nor had he bothered to speak much on it, but he had a keen eye on her past engagement. It was not everyday someone passed the dark operations test with such a low presence, but she had made up for that tenfold. He had confidence in her, perhaps it was misplaced and any other commander may think so. But this was Atlas. Where's others saw a maverick he saw a tool to be applied to deadly effect.

Thus as she crossed the desk to gaze out into the dark cityscape Atlas would place his hands behind his back. A regal excellence to him, that despite his hardened nature as a soldier he held a grace to him that was rarely to seen. He did not tolerate disobedience, nor did he tolerate disloyalty. But he would take a small breath as his eyes looked into the city, next to her he would respond without so much as casting a glance to her.

"Soon. Three days. Your affairs have been taken care of, and you have been authorized to use the armory to full effect." He'd remark in a clinical way, rarely was a soldier given full access to all weaponry of Vastime. But as if to stress the importance of her task this option was open to her, but within the dull quietness of the room he'd speak once more. "I do not know what you have heard of me, nor your thoughts on me. But I must leave you with a personal warning, one which I have imparted on a few soldiers in their lives."

His smooth tenor seemed to hold an edge, this time his head turning to look at her. For the first time in their meeting she would see a seriousness to his eyes. While there was always an intensity there was never a point where what he said wasn't up for debate in a sense. But as he stared at her with those brilliant eyes there was a sense of finality. The words he would speak next seemed to bounce off the walls, invading into her being. As if it sought to creep up her spine and implant themselves into her brain, to never be forgotten.

"The kings articles of war demand that every traitor be hung or shot until dead. That any sign of treason is punishable by a swift and merciless death. That to abandon a battle unlawfully will be met with execution." He'd speak slowly but each word like an imaginary blade, seeking to leave small parting gifts upon her skin. "That to disobey command of your officer above you in active war is treason. Should you ever begin to feel your legs shake from cowardice, or you feel the urge to lie to me, remember the kings articles of war. I enforce nothing more, and nothing less."

Yes, it was true Atlas held a hidden reputation of a man of some ruthlessness. That there had been times in the field men where shot under his command that turned tail, that even the slightest sign of disloyalty or treason ended with the broken necks of men. It took only a few times. But there was a universal rule known among his regiments: To punish a few for the sins of the many was intolerable. Every looter, murder, and rapist under his command would meet an end. It did not matter if it was one man or an entire regiment.

And as he looked at Liana the implication was clear, that if he had the capability to perform such ruthless acts for many- that should she fall into that category he would not hesitate to enact the kings justice upon her. And as she might know, the kings justice was often swift and merciless.

"But I know, you shall be the enforcer of these rules in that land. I can see it in your bones."




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Wed Feb 20, 2019 4:53 am

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Atlas and Lai were not as different as initially thought. This became ever so apparent the longer she stood in that dark room, the dim lights only slightly more luminous than the moonlight radiating the city. Her physique began to relax a bit, and her vision shifted consistently from the raining city scape back to Atlas, who's presence was like a heater at full blast. She stood within only meters, and though winter was in full effect, Lai felt as if she was in the dead of summer. Her nervousness had begun to fade, and though she felt her purpose for being here was finally made clear, she couldn't help but continue to wonder if she was just another cog in the machine to Atlas, or if he actually saw something unique in her.

"Hold on.... Hoooooooooooooold on... Did you say..."


Her breath quickened for a moment, and for a split second you'd swear there was a sparkle of excitement in her eyes.

"The FULL armory?"


This was the first time she had ever been given an opportunity to utilize the nations full armory, and though she knew of the weapons of destruction kept behind closed doors, she never had the opportunity to actually put it into action. This small glimmer of hope remained in her eyes for a moment, but as the Vastimian superior continued on with his announcement, she couldn't help but feel her outburst of excitement felt out of place. And that excitement turned to a moment of dread as he announced what was done to traitors of Vastime's cause, in which she initially read as a threat.

Initially, Lai took this as not only a threat, but an affront to her values and line of work. Not only had she built a reputation of "no bullshit", but she would routinely execute and do away with anyone who chose to willfully commit the worst sins in life. Though she wasn't necessarily religious, she was a person who lived by a strong set of beliefs -- and those beliefs had driven her to this point in life. They had kept her alive until this point, and kept her life clear of the scum who would infect it.

Her dread turned to anger, and the calmness that was present moments before had all but faded. She let slip a guttural growl, and took a single huge puff of smoke.












"You're God damn right I'll enforce those values. Do you think I've gotten to this point by being forgiving?! Fuck that, if I ever reach a point where my legs shake from fear I'll blow my own brains out."


Her anger was obvious, but it hit her for a moment that the man she just spoke to was a superior. It was a fit of anger, but the moment those words left her mouth, she felt regret. Perhaps if it was anyone other than Atlas, she would have punched them in the face. She was a terribly irritable person, perhaps Atlas would have understood, but perhaps not. That anger began to fade, and in that moment a little bit of dread began to take hold again. It was visible on her face, and the very presence of Atlas made it worse.

"There is no way Shadow Fall will get the pleasure of seeing me run. I will die with my gun down a demon's throat if need be."




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Thu Feb 21, 2019 2:51 am

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"My only wish is for my death to serve a purpose, to not be a pointless endeavor."

The man's voice seemed to cut through her anger and the raw emotion she had exploded into, his gaze never faltering nor his smooth tenor breaking. When he spoke, it was almost like the weight the air held right before lightning struck. The heaviness to his tone seemed demand some type of attention from her, as if her anger and passion fro earlier only served to further his point. She would serve her purpose well he thought, after all this was the passion needed for her to survive under Law.

He did not need a drone, he needed her.

"You should endeavor to do the same, least you die and leave me with an unfinished mess." His neck seemed to strain for a moment, before he turned to look at her. Behind all the cold detachment and silent authority he was a relatively handsome man, confident to a high degree and assured. Each word carried the weight of that confidence into her, the epitome of Vastimian pride and influence. But there was something more to his eyes, to his tone which seemed to hold her attention. There was a confidence in her.

For whatever faults she may have had, every word she spoke did not serve to infuriate him. It might even be perceived as strange or far too idealistic to some, that he actually geuinely believed in her. Maybe it would do something for her but it was undeniable that the general let the slight look of detachment morph into something else, something akin to a smile. But it was far too reptilian, far too different than what she might know as happiness or amusement. The way he smiled, it was the smile of something far too human for it's own good- and far too inhumane.

"If you plan to fight so swiftly, it would only make sense to offer you the full armory, Liana. But do me a favor.." The male would let his voice fade, his hands coming from behind him as he brought them together. He seemed to rub his own hands, as if remembering old wounds or rather a long gone familar feeling. "Do keep that fire, do me the favor of distilling it into a raw essence. Use it. It's why I picked you." The man would redouble his gaze out the window, staring into the dark night before the smile morph'd.

Those eyes of his shined, they shined bright. For as he looked out into the world, he saw a world of fire. And should she be so bold to look into his eyes, she may see the ever brief flicker of flames within his eyes. Those thin lips of his now in something that was nothing at all like a smile.

"Any more questions, concerns? We shall not have forever, Liana. Now is the time to ask all those burning life questions for in a few days we may be all dead."


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It would be a lie to say Liana wasn't shocked at his response. Out of all the officials she could have met, perhaps this was the best option for Lai. Atlas wore his pride on his sleeves, and though he upheld Vastime beliefs to the best of his abilities, it was a nice change of pace to have someone above her not demand she fall into ridiculous formalities. Her dread began to calm, and that soft voice of her superior carried a chilled tone that washed over her very being. Taking another drag as he spoke, the anger was still very clear on her face, but it began to dim as he moved past her outburst with little recognition.

Holding her cigarette to the side of her mouth, she let out a soft cough that blurred her speech.

"Ha... I guess that's something we can agree on. Don't worry, if I'm going to die, it will be after my job is done. I made a promise, and I won't forget it."


Her figure was taken a back for a moment, and that devilish expression crossed his face, something that would be considered a smile on any other man. She'd by lying if she didn't feel fear in that moment, but that seemed to be the entirety of her visit here. Varying degrees of fear mixed in with her inability to control her words and anger. She was mildly surprised however, that reprimand for her outburst didn't come, and the cold stare turned into something warm with his words. To be told that fire in her, that very reason for existing, was a source of power was something she didn't expect. Nobody had told her that anger, that fire, was something positive. It was constantly a problem for those around her, so it seemed that perhaps Atlas was closer to her in personality than previously thought. Perhaps, she felt, she even made a friend. A really intimidating, overwhelming friend.

She went to speak, but instead found herself speechless. Atlas spoke, but all Lai could do was let out a simple nod, followed by a sly smile that was very sincere.

"I... I think I'm done asking question, sir. "

Cigarette hanging out of her mouth, she raised her right hand to her head and gave a lazy salute, but something that would be read as sincere by that introspective smile overtaking her face.

"I will make Vastime proud. I will retake my home."

She began to turn and walk towards the giant doors, her left hand resting softly in her pocket while her right fiddled with the cigarette in her mouth. The moment those giant doors closed behind her, she leaned back on them for a moment, and looked up to the stars above.

'Mum... Dad...

Her thoughts turned to family, and her left hand clenched into a fist, her nails digging into the skin of her palm.

'We will make it back home. I promise.'

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