Cassian calmly removed his armor, then his shirt, and threw everything on the floor next to the bed. They began unwinding the old bandage on his arm. The wound was almost healed; another bandage was unnecessary. Cassian examined his arm for a moment longer before tossing the bandage aside.

Suddenly, he heard familiar, angry footsteps, his heart racing, and he turned toward the tent entrance just as General Shae Shaldan, a petite and deadly woman, entered.

His lips twitched into a mocking smile as the short girl approached him in an intimidating manner:

"What have you done!?" she growled "You sent our COMMON forces without my knowledge! We were supposed to be equals, but you don't treat me like that!"

Cassian, bending his knees, lowered himself to her height: "Better, Sha?" he called her a mocking "scrutch"

"Don't call me that," she snapped back. She looked like a cute little bunny with rabies

*Suddenly, she swung her fist at my face. "Ouch." Cassian caught her fist before another blow, knocking her to the floor. He followed her, grabbed her wrists with one hand, and lifted her onto her head. "Calm down, doll."