Thread: Destruction's Right Hand (Razgriz & WritingxDreamer)

The roar of the ATV's engine was enough to drown out any more negative thoughts that might have lingered in her head from the nightmare. This allowed Gwendolyn to relax and slide into her role as a scout. There was something simple.. something actually enjoyable about dedicating herself to such mindless work. Sometimes she wondered if at this point, it really mattered to her what side she was on. Of course, it was a foolish thought. There was only one side that she would truly fight for. Those peaceful days, the ones before the war was something she longed for. Of course, she had only heard about it in stories, but even that was enough to grasp a hold of her aspirations. Before they had departed, she took the time to glove her hands, something in which she greatly appreciated once her grip on the sides of the vehicle had to tighten significantly. Most of the bigger scouts, although their body mass was still moderately light, still had a much easier time holding on than she. Several times throughout the journey the transport units would stop and her and the rest of her team would hop off. There was no time for motion sickness when she moved through the smoldering heat ahead. Since she was not exactly armed for battle, Gwendolyn had mostly taken light weapons with her. If there was an encounter while she was off on her own she would have to rely on a few knives and a pistol to survive the trip back. In all honesty, she had expected at least some resistance. Their cargo was far from some petty good. It was a source of survival. Something that was desperately sought out around this day and age. She checked the surroundings with earnest dedication, waiting for the moment that one of them would find some enemy ahead. As they neared the rendezvous point, the whole situation grew stranger and stranger. Why do you think we haven't seen anything yet? She turned her head to one of the men behind her, holding onto the ATV not nearly as tightly as she. Maybe we got lucky? The man shrugged, taking a drag from his cigarette, enjoying it until he figured they would need to dismount again. It's not like we have to get resistance every time we complete a mission. It's a nice break. She couldn't help but scowl a bit, a look of doubt on her face. I don't think we can really afford to be too aloof about it.. I don't know I Just think it's... Her voice trailed off while she examined their surroundings. Odd. It wasn't much longer before they reached the designated location. Gwendolyn hopped off the ATV, taking a second to catch her breath. Her stomach felt a bit queasy from the ride and threatened to make matters worse. Of course, she was used to the sudden rush of motion sickness and was quickly able to relax herself before anything.. unsanitary occurred. Of course, she couldn't say the same for some others who seemed positively green in the face. Someone should have probably mentioned the bumpy ride at high speeds wasn't exactly a cakewalk to handle. She leaned back against one of the ATV's, reaching inside for some water while they waited. If this day went without incident maybe she would treat herself to something once they got back.