She started at the bottom of their ranks. The Commander, they had joked at first. But then they started to say "our Commander" when she would take charge, eyes flashing as no one was left behind. Those were her men, her squad, her base. She was iron, they thought, strong and sturdy, so up in ranks she went, until she was The Commander. She brought people home from unsurvivable odds, blood all over her hands and naught but a quiet "mine" from her throat. She was their Commander, a beacon of humanity. She gave them hope, she joked with them, she led them home when they'd strayed too far. She was upon a pedestal.
She was odd, The Weird one. She was the one they whispered about when she passed by, that they would smile at then continue to whisper. She had done amazing things, pulled victories from ashes and had brilliant ideas for more victories. She was eccentric, often told she was weird to her face as she laughed it off and went along with her day. They would shake their heads until the alarms would blare and out she would be, her new plans full of holes and "just might work!" played out. She was rarely wrong, her plans on the fly but effective.
They watched the two women meet for what they assumed the first time. They waited, baited breathes to see what they would do. As the two forces met, they reunited. An unstoppable force pushed to meet someone she wanted to protect and have a life with; someone willing to do whatever she had to to get back to her other half, to have that bond between them completed. They fought for each other, and the future they were determined to build.
