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So long as they were his men, his soldiers, the men and women serving him under the banner of Bravo Force, he would never forsake them. Even if Fierstrom ordered him to, or Evergrad threatened to detonate his skull, he would refuse. They were his men. They trusted him to get them through each and every mission, and he trusted them to be his hands, arms, and eyes, to follow his orders to get the job done. If he was to forsake them as so many other commanders would, it would be a blatant violation of that trust, of their worth as men and women. And if he did that, what would that make him?
He sighed, and shut his eyes. Memories of the past flooded back to him. Memories of his brother, of the Gemini Project, of the days before he became a simple Tactical Adviser, memories that until recently were content on staying in the depths of his mind. Maybe it was because he was back to being connected to PSI comm. for so long? Maybe the stress was getting to him, or simply the nature of his position reminded him of that time.
It was odd, though. It wasn’t until Bravo was deployed on Homestead did this start happening. That he was greeted by that new recruit. Odd, considering recruits typically don’t do that. Lost. Yes, Lost, that Knight who recently made Corporal that managed to turn a great deal of heads. A mysterious transfer, who for some reason, had a window in her cryo pod. She was probably a part of some secret project of some type – whether she knew it or not was a different story. Fierstrom probably knew what it was, or if she wasn’t, probably had the connections and abilities to find out. But he knew how these things went, that it would be nearly impossible for him, with all his power granted to him by Overseer Evergrad, to uncover. Of course, he knew better than to stick his nose in it to begin with. So long as his men functioned cohesively, they would be fine – these projects would continue, even if he did dislike them.