(Anonymous request).

At this rate, you honestly began to consider drinking. It seemed reasonable compared to everything else.

Basically, joining the Keres legion was a disaster. You had been, well, basically taken for their biomedical branch, having been rather successful in said career. But what you weren't prepared for was the stress: not just deadlines, but looming threats, the harsh commands, even being worked while an armed guard stood at the door, refusing you the right to leave. But worse came to worse, when you were tasked with creating a stimulant that would be able to speed up wound healing, as well as a disinfectant. But none of the required chemicals actually went together, and once combining one of the disinfectant fluids...the solution just became...still. None of the required results being met.

Which is of course why Deimos himself had came to see you, personally. He sat down in front of you, his eyes narrowing in disappointment behind his mask, as his tone was rather unamused,

Gerald: "Your performance is...subpar."