((Continuation from Prompt: Silent Curses))
She felt old maneuvering with a bum leg.
Older still to see in all her time getting to the launch pad, no choppers had moved and the group of officers was arguing like early Pact days. All complaints about a lack of progress, but no one had ideas for a better strategy.
“We’re not going to have any choppers left if we keep going in. ”
“Aye, but we're on tha’ right path iffin the numbers of Mordrem be anythin’ ta go by,” she glanced around to spot some of the restless pilots. “We buyin’ time fer tha’ Commander!"
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