[h3]Ziska[/h3]
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"Easy?" Ziska said, slipping into the tent without so much as a flap of fabric to announce her arrival. Beneath a tattered overall clearly pilfered from some unaware AsTech, a fresh layer of bandages were apparent wrapped around her torso. Ziska hadn't minded the corporeal punishment. Fair was fair. They'd fought, probably for no good reason, but it was almost always worth it. Nothing like feeling again. Nothing like feeling like you'd just made it out by the skin of your teeth again.

"Nothing fun is ever easy."

Taking a sip from the water in her tin cup, Ziska wiped a fresh splash of blood from her face, a crack in her lip splitting as she smiled. "No, I didn't sign up for easy."

"However," she mused, draping herself over the banged up plastic of a free folding chair. "I wouldn't mind fighting without my hands tied behind my back. If we can free our people, well, we could start fighting a proper war."