“Hah…we return once more. Everyone, you are dismissed.”

The 3rd Vanguard Team recently returned from a mission. Outis’s team barely made it out alive, most of them being beaten and battered in the aftermath. Even if Outis’s team had won, she had suffered much more losses than she gained. She removes her battle-worn armor, leaving it on the ground as she sits against the wall. She wipes sweat off of her forehead, tugging on the collar of her sweat-wet turtleneck and airing it out.

Outis takes out her tablet, olive eyes scanning through the results of the recent mission and reading the conditions of her equipment. The white light reflects off of her eyes as she scrolls down.

“EMA interceptor…faulty. Emergency shielding alloy…faulty. Rifle pressure regulator….hah. Faulty. All of it.”

She frowns, scowling at the fact of almost all of it went wrong. Outis glances up at you walking by, wordlessly beckoning you closer to come and observe.

“I’ve done more than my share of commanding entire armies and reading the grand currents of war. I’m more satisfied with leading a small squad like this. However…” Outis scrolls down, showing multiple lines of equipments and their conditions. Most of them read in bright red: ‘MALFUNCTION’, or ‘DAMAGED’. “…This is ridiculous. Either I am losing my expertise in battle with my coming age, you all are getting incompetent, or I’ll need a little conversation with our providers about their “up and new” technology.” Outis rolls her eyes in annoyance. Then, she sighs, putting away the tablet and rubbing her forehead, her tone softening. “…I believe the third option is certainly the case. You battled well, all things considered. Keep up the good work.”