A moment later, a familiar face appeared on the screen. Despite the pressure of leading the First Irregular Company into the meat grinder of the Southern Quadrant campaign, Master Jet looked relaxed and at ease. Like she always did…
No, actually, she almost seemed to look better than how she had back in the safe haven of the NQSC. It was as though the exhaustion that everyone in Antarctica felt could not touch her. The perpetual dark circles under her eyes were gone, and her whole presence appeared strangely invigorated.
…Sunny had a suspicion of why.
Soul Reaper flashed him a bright smile.
"Hey, Sunny. How is it going?"
He simply nodded.
"We cleared that Fallen nest. Dorn was wounded, though. He'll need a few days to recover."
