Jadyn hesitantly nodded at everything, brow still slightly furrowed. “Alright then, if you say so.” Quieter, she muttered, “Not going to matter if this place gets smashed to bits anyway.” To be honest, she did doubt the ability of the team, but even if they surpassed her expectations, the town would still have to fall. The mission wasn’t to save the town, it was to evacuate the people, and she knew that it meant this would probably be the last time she ever saw her home.
Brushing it off and toughening up her outside appearance, narrowed eyes, rigid posture, pursed lips and all, Jadyn started off towards the limestone cliffs and shrubbery that it was home to. She didn’t know shit about strategy, but they were the closest and they might as well start there. “Come on, no time to waste.”
“To be quite honest, I’m not sure,” admitted Mauve. “The premise of it seems to be challenging, no? But I’ve seen that you never really know until it’s already started. Either way, we still must give it our all.”
Looking to change the subject, Mauve focused her gaze on the barracks they were now standing in front of. It wasn’t very large, as would be expected of a small town like Eden. Two stories, the top one was smaller and a bit offset from the center, which, in the back of her mind, Mauve gave style points for. The building was made of brick and accented with marble, such as lining the many windows that the building had. It seemed that most of the occupants were in the yard, limbering up or readying their weapons. Curiously, with the large array of them, it seemed that they were less like soldiers than people who’d had hunter training. That was good.
It was easy to tell who the leader was, judging by his uniform being the highest-looking. She doubted that they would let a small-town leader be a General of the Army, so the four stars labeling him general would place him at the top of the ladder for this particular establishment. Also, he was the one who approached them, which would be a dead giveaway too. He was an older-looking gentleman with the salt and pepper hair, but it seemed that age had not taken its toll on him, not quite yet. “You must be the students Beacon sent,” he said as he approached them. “General Arc Winston.”
Mauve stood at parade rest to address the man though did not salute, the good manners being from her father’s military background and both of her parents’ insistence on proper etiquette. “Good morning General Winston,” she greeted politely. “My name is Mauve Roux, I am the leader of Team ROSE, the team sent to assist you today.”
The general nodded, then turned to look at Reggie. Mauve assumed that Atlas at least taught their students how to address high-ranking officers, but she was a bit nervous for him nonetheless.