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Originally Posted by 007shadow2
Robin walked into the mess thinking of the coming mission. She was the scout, the first person forward. If she wasn't careful she would be the first to die. Being captured and tortured for information was no way to die. She would go down guns blazing if she had to. She had reached the table now and sat down next to next to all of the others. "Hello boys," she said, "Nice day for a hunt?"
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Jed looked up at Robin from his tray of food, his face was serious for a few moments. Thoughts of the coming battle weighed heavily on his mind, many men would die and Jed wasn't going to be one of them. His weapons would guide him, and his reserve would keep him alive. All he needed was to tap into the battlefield ferocity he had shown many times on the field. Even that one time when he felt hot plasma burning his face, his adrenaline was too high to stop, he just kept slaying those covenant bastards.
But such ferocity was as destructive to Jed as it was to the covenant, a loss of control meant a loss of clever decision making. A hardy warrior was useless if he dove into a line of elites who would tear him apart.
But never-the-less, he wasn't going to bring troop morale down, as gung-ho as most of them were, they needed it. Depressed, gloomy soldiers, would get cut down fast, the assault would be worthless and for nothing.
His hard look as he gazed up at Robin, quickly became a confident smirk. "You bet your ass it's a good day. Good fuckin' day to kill some Covie bastards."