Wyknish
That's my secret-I never know what I'm doing
Iliana stood in front of the human in charge of communications, Gordon Siaden. He stared down at her, his glare drilling into her skull. She glared back, locking eyes with him for a few seconds. His eye twitched, and he stomped over to the young soldier trembling in the doorway.
“She. Is. Not. HUMAN!” He roared at the soldier, spit flying from his lips. The soldier nodded nervously.
“Y-yes sir. But-but the General-he said that she would be perfect f-for this mission sir!” The soldier cried. Gordon growled at the soldier in frustration, then turned back to Iliana. He had realised there was nothing he could do hours ago, but he was still ready to throw a tantrum. Instead, he turned back to the Faerie.
“Why does he think you have any combat skills?” He demanded. Iliana straightened her back and tilted her chin up.
“I am skilled with a gun, sir. I am also competent with a staff, and can take leadership when necessary.” Gordon snorted.
“That’s not what I gathered from your file.” He grabbed a folder off the desk behind him. “Tests show traces of essokinesis, or the power to bend-“
“Cheating! I have never used that magic!” Iliana protested. “If I am going to do anything, it will be using technology and my own mind and body.”
Gordon smirked.
“Well, there may be a situation where you are forced to use it,” he replied, chucking the folder onto a messy pile on his desk.
“I can’t change the team now, I suppose. So you will be exploring the new construct, and reporting back daily. The others will be here soon. You can vote for a leader amongst yourselves.” With that, he turned on his heels and marched out, the soldier rushing after him.
“She. Is. Not. HUMAN!” He roared at the soldier, spit flying from his lips. The soldier nodded nervously.
“Y-yes sir. But-but the General-he said that she would be perfect f-for this mission sir!” The soldier cried. Gordon growled at the soldier in frustration, then turned back to Iliana. He had realised there was nothing he could do hours ago, but he was still ready to throw a tantrum. Instead, he turned back to the Faerie.
“Why does he think you have any combat skills?” He demanded. Iliana straightened her back and tilted her chin up.
“I am skilled with a gun, sir. I am also competent with a staff, and can take leadership when necessary.” Gordon snorted.
“That’s not what I gathered from your file.” He grabbed a folder off the desk behind him. “Tests show traces of essokinesis, or the power to bend-“
“Cheating! I have never used that magic!” Iliana protested. “If I am going to do anything, it will be using technology and my own mind and body.”
Gordon smirked.
“Well, there may be a situation where you are forced to use it,” he replied, chucking the folder onto a messy pile on his desk.
“I can’t change the team now, I suppose. So you will be exploring the new construct, and reporting back daily. The others will be here soon. You can vote for a leader amongst yourselves.” With that, he turned on his heels and marched out, the soldier rushing after him.