No Purpose

Therod was very tired. She had been part of the front line forces against the Bios. Her experience dealing with the creatures had put her from being sidelined guarding magic users, to front and center slugging it out with other soldiers. She liked the work, even though it was a losing battle and she saw more death in a month than she'd thought possible. But now the war was over, and she was back at Sanctuary. She was tired of being useful one minute and cast aside the next. She had asked of Lorentino, Brubaker told her he was gone, didn't know if he'd be coming back. The young hound Sergeant said the same when he swung by, saying he got separated from Rolando and didn't know where he was now.

Therod was still without work, still without purpose. She trained day and night, but for what she had no idea? She wasn't anti magical, she was a soldier, and only wound up at Sanctuary because of Rolando. Now he was gone and she was left standing around while Brubaker decided what to do with her. She figured she'd be back on Exploration detail soon enough. Banished to the ass end of the galaxy just like before.

So she trained until her body hurt and then rested. It was all she had left at this point, the training and the waiting. She wondered how long the waiting would last, she figured maybe a month. But it was only two days later the man in the black Jacket made everything go wrong. It made her long for her days in the exploration service.