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Katrina “Sirene” Schäfer  

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Banshees Cry( C1, Rough Skies)

The steady hum of the plane's engines was almost soothing enough to sleep, but not enough to calm her nerves. Her back pressed against the cold steel, the aircraft rocked in the air seeming almost unstable. But it held tight and continued on its path across the stormy sea Banshee was listening to the chatter of the other soldiers as she began to check her gear, for the fifth time. A habit she formed as of late. After a few moments, she paused as for a bit the chatter grew louder. Nodding to herself, Banshee figuring out that they must be close to the base. Finishing her check, she packed everything away and leaned back against the cold steel again, thumbing at her tags nervously. As banshee glanced around, a frown formed on her face. Now that she had time, banshee realized that all the other 'soldiers' on this plane are so..young? They looked between then 19 to 23 or so, why were they here? Why would such young kids fight? Most were chatting to each other, excited to be here, some were still asleep, and some looked over at Banshee in confusion. She turned her head, focusing on something else, pushing back the memory that wants to resurface. But a loud bang interrupted her thoughts as a semi-tall man opened the door from the cabin. "Alright, listen up!" He shouted, getting everyone's attention quickly. "We are approaching Hereford, pack up your gear and get ready to go!" A choir of 'yes sir' echoed in the plane, the younger soldiers chatters excitedly. But as banshee turned her head towards her gear, she felt a hand touch her left shoulder. Glancing up, it was the man again with a soft smile on his face he spoke, "I assume your banshee correct?" With him being close to her, she could make out his British accent, she thought it heard before but can hear it now. "That would be me, sir" banshee spoke, her voice muffled by the thick helmet she wore. "you won't be going with these rookies, when we land at Hereford there will be a few soldiers waiting for you, " he said, " you can't miss them, most of them look like you." Giving a hearty laugh, he patted her shoulder once more and started to walk back to the cabin of the plane. Forcing her gear back into place and tying it down, banshee strapped her seatbelt on and felt as the plane began its descent. Glancing over to the rookies once again, a ghost as a smile appeared on her lips. She remembers the fear when she first got joined the military; it scared her half to death being alone like that. But when she met her team, that fear turned into a bond between the four of them. That happy thought was interrupted when the plane shook hard. She gripped the harness of the seat and waited for the flight to land. Once it did, banshee gathered her gear. After a few moments, the recruits filled out of the plane followed with the loud thundering sound of their footsteps on the metal bay door. Barking orders of their commander echoed, then got quieter as they marched out. Banshee then gathered her things in a soft silence, only sound now heard was the faint patter of rain. With her rifle slung on her left shoulder and her bags on her right, banshee exited the plane, her footsteps heavy with uncertainty.

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