even if it hurts
TASK FORCE Y ://
OPERATION: DIVINE_RETRIBUTION
OPERATOR: DULCET
PHASE II
The knit of Cordé’s brows was tight, and she made a face at Tiric’s explanation of distraction. That just sounded like a lot of bacta to have ready for if, or when, things went south.
She really hoped it was an if and not a when.
“Careful,” The girl spoke up and adjusted the strap across her chest to resettle the pack on her back. “You all keep talking about not thinking too much, and it might become a habit.”
She flashed an uneasy grin at the brawn-heavy team that was picked up by the droids that encircled them and continued to broadcast the mission. The margin for mistakes was low, and as each of them filed out of the home they’d rendezvoused at for the drop and debrief.
“I’ll cover the rear, and..” She put a hand on Vyn’s arm. Having someone volunteer to leave on a stretcher wasn’t what a medic wanted to hear. “You let me know when it gets too much if it comes to it.”
Her sombre expression faded in time to press open the door and let them all file out, turning into an optimistic grin. Even if it was feigned. "But it won't. Right cap?"
TASK FORCE Y: Tiric Sar'andor | Dominik Borra | Driver | Vyn Daldoure
SPECTATORS: IVI | Auteme | Elizie Athacorr | Reiner Ghadi | Damian du Couteau | Forlan Norsama
OPERATION: DIVINE_RETRIBUTION
OPERATOR: DULCET
PHASE II
The knit of Cordé’s brows was tight, and she made a face at Tiric’s explanation of distraction. That just sounded like a lot of bacta to have ready for if, or when, things went south.
She really hoped it was an if and not a when.
“Careful,” The girl spoke up and adjusted the strap across her chest to resettle the pack on her back. “You all keep talking about not thinking too much, and it might become a habit.”
She flashed an uneasy grin at the brawn-heavy team that was picked up by the droids that encircled them and continued to broadcast the mission. The margin for mistakes was low, and as each of them filed out of the home they’d rendezvoused at for the drop and debrief.
“I’ll cover the rear, and..” She put a hand on Vyn’s arm. Having someone volunteer to leave on a stretcher wasn’t what a medic wanted to hear. “You let me know when it gets too much if it comes to it.”
Her sombre expression faded in time to press open the door and let them all file out, turning into an optimistic grin. Even if it was feigned. "But it won't. Right cap?"
TASK FORCE Y: Tiric Sar'andor | Dominik Borra | Driver | Vyn Daldoure
SPECTATORS: IVI | Auteme | Elizie Athacorr | Reiner Ghadi | Damian du Couteau | Forlan Norsama