Open RP/One shot:
Jenny stood across from her parent. She could hardly believe her eyes and her hearts were pounding inside her chest. (Beating out a samba if you will)
As the two stared each other down all Jenny could think of was the echos in her and of all the times her parent spoke of soldiers, and how much they despised them. She knew she eventually had a choice to not stay and fight, but given what had led to the war it would have felt far more wrong to run.
She was a soldier, she was designed to be one from the very moment she was created. However she wasn't meant to live this long, no one was. She'd long outgrown any wish to fight she might have once had, now doing it so the innocent people she dragged into it weren't abandoned and alone.
"Well this is what came of me...Still alive, longer than even I would've figured. But I would suppose all of this," she gestured to the Rebel City and to the NR's in the distance, "this all makes me a bit of a let down doesn't it?"
Her breathe shook in her chest, not even bothering to wait for an answer.
"That's alright though, I saw you start to come around y'know? But I've just gone and dug myself in deeper. I want to make you proud, I hope you know that. Something tells me that'll just never happen.."














