When emergencies form friendships..

[Omicron]

Standing in the elevator with a view on the city through the glass, Kate looked upon landscape of Nuremberg. With a wry face briefly realizing height of it while it was just 20th floor she decided to not think about it. Kate's mind was occupied with other things to avoid looking down or perhaps she hates heights, considering space and flying is much different than being in a metal cage moving up and down with actual gravity present. Massacre of Interspace convoy just outside Aland was in center of her attention, considering she was there fighting. First transport went down so fast that nothing could have be done about it, going down in fire under brutal Hessian attack. No request or statement of intention, just collection of accusations and unavoidable bloodspilling.

Reminded about insignia on her jacket, unknown to most if not everyone on this planet. Many people she met were not aware of her occupation. Truth saying freelancer papers were just an excuse to move around freely, exploring Sirius while on regular breaks from frontlines. An Angel of Devil Wings squadron, on first thought completely uncompatible combination in fiery red was her source of pride reminding of what her fight is about. Bandaged right fist was giving her little pain but at least she could have move the fingers freely, otherwise she would be grounded. Sigh followed by memory of what caused it.

Elevator has stopped, abruptly halting her torpor. Reflection on the window revealed her face. Red hair reaching shoulders alongside green eyes gained her own attention for a second before leaving elevator. Determination and arrogance is what Kate saw, aware of her strenghts and weaknesses. While cruising around entire sectors is what she enjoys, invitation would be one of few occasions to stop and relax for at least a momenth more. Aproaching doors matching adress she has been given rings the bell. Last gaze on landscape. This was not her world, if there was any.

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