The Vel Steyr washed his hands with soap and blew it dry. There was a nagging doubt in his head that Omega could have lost and he would go back to cursing himself like the last mission but all that disappeared when Ally announced Omega's victory over the speakers. "Heh." was all he said.
Looking at himself in the mirror, he convinced himself that what he did was right. He could not control the rage that was inbuilt into all male Nepleslians but at least he allocated for it. In an unrelated note, his hair has grown past his eyes. He liked it that way, it gave him a low profile. In the center a bundle of hair was not parted. Using both hands, Fian searched the strands for something... To his horror, the single white hair was missing, it must have fallen off some time ago.
Cursing (At the hair), Fian left the Washroom to go back to the VR Room. Oddly, no one noticed him entering, he expected atleast to be congratulated or something. Most of the marines seem to be congregating towards the center of the room. "What happened?" Fian asked a fellow Omega.
The man was standing on his toes trying to get a closer look. "Valkyrie is in trouble."
"What!?" Although the battle was over and he no longer held any sway over the men here, Valkyrie was his subordinate and he previously suspected that he was new here. Squeezing through the mass of soldiers with his remaining authorothy as Omega Squad leader, he made it to the front to be hit by another surprise.
"A... a girl!?"
