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“No, however I would be interested in only observing how people fight over it and the effect it causes afterwards.” The woman replied without tone. Truly, it would appear she cared not for it besides simply recording results.

Imperial Forces: The Iron Commander

It was a new day, a new continent. As commander of Imperial Armored forces, she was held in highness regard. Despite not a great tactician, her skills in a tank were superb. Of course, like Brakks this was considered her weakest strength. She held a power, but highly prefered using a tank.

She was busy admiring one such tank as Brakks walked by. “Oh, guess I would find you here...” Brakks sighed as he pulled out a ciggarate and lit it with a small wave of hi sized hand.

She turned around and saluted the Lieutenant who in return gave her a firm salute. She did not speak but gave a smile. “Right...Your mute...You usually have that instrument with you, but you always forget it when you can see our armored vehicles...” He spoke blowing a puff of smoke. “Don’t mind me...Got nothing to do...”