Lynn was not one for parties either… but she put up with them. Fighting was not her only duty, after all. She knew giving the military a good face in front of civilians was also important. And it was a celebration. They were victorious, and people wanted to see their heroes… like her. It was hard to believe. After over a decade of war, peace had come at last. And she’d played a role in it.<br/><br/>Originally her family had been traders, but when she was thirteen they came under attack. The invading force had killed her parents, and been about to take her for study when the military rescued her. One man in particular, an old major, had made sure she was safe and well cared for after the attack. He’d become a mentor to her, not a parent to replace her lost family… but a close second. When she turned 18 it was no question in her mind that she would enlist. Of course he had opposed it. The war was in full swing by then, and they’d been losing. He believed she was throwing her life away… but she knew it was her calling. She was sharp, and quick, and a natural leader. Women were few and far between as commanders, but she’d risen quickly in the ranks due to her success on the field. Suicide missions became successes, and the team she eventually assembled became a heavy assault group that had laid a swath of carnage through the enemy forces, eventually striking right at their hearts to decimate them for good.<br/><br/>It didn’t matter that near the end she had barely been able to sleep, that the lost soldiers on her force constantly haunted her dreams… they’d won. She had no clue what to do now with her life, but they’d won… and wasn’t that all that mattered?<br/><br/>Well, that was what she told herself anyways. But in the few weeks since she’d returned to earth she’d been feeling restless and bored. She still didn’t sleep much, and she was pretty sure the marine medic assigned to her was trying to drug her into a stupor for these events so she wouldn’t embarrass them.<br/><strong>”Go away Johnson I’m fine.”</strong>She growled at the medic, glaring at him until he left. Shaking her head she turned away, leaning over the second floor railing and looked down at the mingling crowd in the main space below. For the party she was wearing a long blue elegant evening gown, the same blue as their uniforms. Her blond hair was pulled back into a tight military bun and she wore only a small amount of make-up. Despite the lack of effort, she was still one of the most beautiful women at the ball.<br/><br/>Right as she was thinking of leaving a voice sounded behind her. Her lieutenant, Victor Daniels. There had been a… tension between them since day one. Occasional glances, or hands brushing when they exchanged weapons… but both of them had known never to act on it. It had gone on so long during the war even now she felt like she shouldn’t accept his offer.<br/><br/>Then she realized who gave a damn? Who was going to scold a pair of heroes for fraternization? And at the moment he was just offering to go hang out and eat, anyways. After considering it a moment she turned around and gave a nod, giving a half smile that seemed a little out of practice.<strong>”Sure. I haven’t had a good burger in ages.”</strong>She replied.<strong>”Did you come in your own ride? I was flown here with the top brass.”</strong><br/>