What a mission... a frozen wasteland, a worthless dump of a place that should just be blasted until it has a nice glow of fallout. On top of that, under-equipped for any sort of real confrontation, being weaseled into the task of taking out an installation in an infantry operation, when orbital bombardment would work so much better. Then, on top of that, we have a turncoat coward in our custody which is being treated so kindly, and now we're going to let all of her kin, that eat our forces for lunch, go and live nice and cozy until we wipe out their sisters, and they have no problem with it. Then... and then, we're stuck covering the Taisa's rear as she charges head-first into the unknown, likely to get her hea--- Helen's mind went on with her brooding, as she lingered covering the back of the group, until she heard the door open and she snapped around to see the Nekovalkryja which pleaded not to be shot. Pathetic coward. Helen thought as she held her fire, certain that the Taisa would scold her and pout if she pulled the trigger.
This is such a waste of time, and if we were really intent on taking prisoners, why would we come down without additional infantry support, or vehicles? This makes no sense at all... at all. How did this woman become a Taisa? Helen's thoughts resumed, as she grit her teeth behind the helmet of her Kylie, and returned her eyes to the rear. She was not about to go against orders, perhaps everything would fall together in some sort of perfect harmony that would end up making the Taisa look like a hero, and likely would end up getting her a promotion and a medal, for charging at a fortified position in a display of raw bravado like some sort of ancient Nepleslian cowboy... it was such a novice display. As Helen's mind came to the conclusion on her silent rant of gripes, she did muse on something very distinctive, which she actually had to speak through the Kylie's communications, and her telepathy.
"Taisa, ma'am, I am confused as to why they are so ready to surrender. There is something distinctively wrong, there should be more resistance. This is just too easy." Helen silently communicated.