Humans were such curious creatures. Sam never really had shown much interest in them before, they were simply one of the many races the Venans kept an eye on. There were few species that exhibited as much self-destruction as the humans did, all in the name of some non-existing omnipotent being, or just because the skin color of their neighbor was different. So you could probably forgive Sam for feeling her pride take a hit, as the Venans were forced to seek out the humans for help, the one race that somehow managed to stand up against the Dusk. Even though the Venans stood above humanity in term of technology and even culture, they were reduced to little more than second rank citizens. But the fact was that the Venans needed humanity's help if they ever wished to take back their planet...<br/><br/>On the other hand, it was understandable that most humans werent exactly welcoming to the Venans. If they shared their technology with the humans, this war could probably be ended within a month. But what in the long run? What happened when there was no longer a common threat? Would the countries turn against each other again? Or worse, would they turn on the Venans? Humans simply couldnt be trusted with this kind of technology...<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>As the others fell down into the water, Sam couldn't help but grin a little smug as she simply opened a rift and casually stepped into their camping area. Quickly opening up another rift, she she stepped up on the log wall and sat down. It was still way too early in the morning for all this bullshit. Rummaging in the pocket of her hoodie - which, since it was children's size, couldn't even be properly zipped up, leaving a lot of green cleavage for all to see - she pulled out a pack of cigarettes. It was a disgusting habit, and even the Venans werent immune to the damaging effects, but it helped take the edge off, and there were few things as pleasant as a morning smoke.<br/><br/>Sam couldn't help but roll her eyes as she heard the group bicker behind her. The training they all received was good at bringing out their strong points, but there had been a severe lack of teamwork training. How was this group supposed to survive for so long, if within the first few minutes they were already flying at each other? They needed a leader, but Sam sure as hell wasn't going to apply. She was a follower, not a leader.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>