Shortage

[Diana.Daymarova]

It's been a day. No response. Maybe they really hate her after all. A trickle of tears starts flowing. Her heart feels like a ball of wool pierced through by knitting needles. That's the way it ended up and it could've been expected. Kathleen stands here, at Hesperia. Most of her life she spent with closed eyes.

Blind.

The speed of tradelane makes the crystals in badlands blur. It's so dark. Scary as well. Kathleen sits in her Upholder, chasing a strange military soldier. Higher speed is necessary. It continues until they get near the Allentown base in Pennsylvania, where a group of rogues waits to ambush them. Whilst fending off the reckless attacks, Kathleen lays her eyes on radar. She jumps. A red stain. A stain of elite fighers. They take down the Rheinland soldier in seconds. Kathleen prepares her escape pod just in case. But no fighting occurs. Instead, words of wisdom are spoken. The words. They are so convincing. The Hellfires leave. She doesn't know if she's more surprised, or disappointed. The whole time until this happened, she has been blind. Yet the world got even darker with eyes open.

Kath blows her nose. Her skin is pale. Her body is so thin that a man is able to see the bone silhouettes. "It's past. They are past," she speaks to herself while getting up from the bed. The bed's pillow is salty from absorbing all the tears. Tears of remorse.

Cluessness brought her here. The office of Cristopher Dalgaard, the executive commander of the Legion himself.
She knocks.

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