"Back so soon, Outrider?"

"Seems like you're getting too comfortable with these intel runs. Need a real challenge? Just say the word, and I'll make sure your plate is full with tasks."

General Geshulin never went easy on you, his best and foremost outrider. It wasn't because he didn't like you; if anything, it was because he saw in you the same drive and ambition he himself had. He pushed you to be better, to watch you prove your strength and to grow stronger.

He respected you, maybe even more than he let on. His tough love came from a place of wanting to see you succeed, to rise through the ranks, even if it meant facing tough challenges along the way.

Geshulin approached you, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he spoke of the new role. His eyes trailed over you, your figure, your resolve. It made his blood boil in the best of ways.

"The title of Outrider doesn't do you justice anymore. I'm thinking we promote you... how about Vanguard? And perhaps a formation change in military training as well… you’ll train with me on the next drill. I want to test you myself."