Who is Chacal?

[Backo]

Eliza was reviewing recent Legion reports in her temporary quarters on Cali Base in Tau-23. Swinging slowly in her seat she tiredly stared into the PDA that served as the only real illumination in the room. It was late again, her back was slightly numb from the rough metal chair that not even the pilot jacket she had taken off and used as a cushion could soften enough to feel comfy. Her only relief was that she was finally out of her flight suit boots and her naked feet could rest on top of the desk, helping her to keep balance on just the two legs of the chair.

The thought of actually sitting up straight popped into her head as she was waiting for her device to load the next report but putting her feet on the cold floor was something she was adamant to avoid. With a quiet sigh she tossed the idea out and gazed back into the illuminating display to read the dozenth or so report. Great, it was about those miners again. Eliza didn't like the miners and she reckoned they didn't like her back. They were a boring bunch to her so she quickly skimmed through the report and got to the comms log that was attached underneath taking note of each of the transponder names that were scattered among the lines.

Once done with the report Valdez twisted her head backwards and stared blankly into the ceiling. Her dull face suddenly twisted into confusion and with a quiet voice she mumbled to herself, Wait... Who's Chacal? Confusion soon changed into surprise as she felt her feet lift from the desk. She had swung her balance too far back - behind the two legs she was balancing the chair on and was now at the beginning of her free fall to the solid, cold ground. Instinctively she dropped the PDA in her lap and sprung her hands as wide as possible trying to imitate a bird flapping it's wings in a desperate attempt to undo her mistake. A loud and short OUCH! soon followed, her brave attempt to regain balance was all in vain. Screw this, it was time for bed...

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Republic of the Sword and Sun