Jayce walked quickly into the room with a slight murmer to himself, "Friggin' Kusarians, I told captain Alvarez that they had no honor... I told him it was a trap... But no, it was 'our only option', and at least we would have some 'propaganda'. At least I gave the bastards a fight before..." he trailed off... He sat at one of the tables in the corner, not expecting anyone to notice him. He pulled a small flask from his jacket pocket, and poured a purple powder into it... "Drink Mix, Grape" was written on the side of the packet, and under that was written "premier approved" in tiny, barely legible letters. Taking a swig, Jayce laid his head down on the tiny table, and tried to get a little bit of sleep.
// Guys, I'm at military school, so I might be a bit slow to respond to anyone that makes a post.