Ula got out of the room, as she kicked the door open. This place sucked, and she wanted to do nothing but fight Jamal. Staying here, worrying about a child bothered her. Who even was the father, she wanted to know what he put in her body, as the doctor rushed behind her.
"You shouldn't be so physical. Despite this being your first child, you still have about seven to eight months until delivery. You have to be as respon-" the doctor began to berate Ula.
"Shut up, and do your job." Ula sped away from her, to which the doctor looked at her in disgust, before walking back into the room.
Exiting what Youden called a pregnancy clinic, she felt the early summer heat beginning to burn her skin. Waiting patiently, she waited by a taxi sign, or what ever service allowed people to travel in carrs for free, or at least for her. One had pulled up, and before the driver even spoke to her, she had her card out. It meant that she didn't have to pay a cent, and could move freely through the nation without cost.
"Oh, where to ma'am?"
"Back to Youdenia's State Capital." she muttered, putting the card up.
The ride was silent, as Ula stared at the surroundings. Not only did Fonda soon leave her, the new recruits were difficult to train. It wasn't because that the people didn't know what to do, it just made her deal with people beneath her. The thought made her a terrible instructor, to which many of them were confused at what she wished for them to do.
At least she arrived at the Capital, as she walked out the carr, and began making her way into the building. Many of the attendants inside noted her presence, and quickly saluted her, although a few ignored her. Oh, she would have put them in their place if she could. But she didn't have time for that, as she climbed up the stairs, and reached Youden's office.
Knocking, he heard him hum in surprise, and she didn't wait for herself to be excused inside. He quickly propped his feet off the desks, enjoying a light day of leadership, only to be interrupted. What a shame for him.
"Yes, Ula?" he questioned, as she stood to attention.
"Sir, I'm done trying to train the grunts. I want to fight. Now." Ula spoke with pride.
"Is that so?" Youden looked at her curiously. "That's interesting."
"No it isn't. I don't care if I'm pregnant or whatever. I wish to put my fists to work."
"As you wish." Youden said, as he grabbed out a folder.
"Seriously?" Ula grinned, as Youden handed her a paper out of the envelope. "Thank you sir!"
"Your welcome." Youden smiled, as her expression changed. "Don't return until they are gone. Or if you truly must."
Ula held the paper tightly. She was going to fight the resistance in the south. What a complete waste of time, she huffed, as she threw the paper on the ground, and walked out in rage. She wanted to fight threats, not some radical bandits. She might as well make the time worth it, and give them something to beg for, including death itself.