“A temporal anomaly,” the leader of the grey army, Thera, noted in her husky, multi-tonal drawl. Her hard eyes shone like mirrors as she stared into the distance, scanning the surrounding area, seeking evidence of the direction in which the enemy had fled.
Rouyn occasionally wondered how much of Thera was machine and how much was still human, after she’d undergone every upgrade that PAVE had to offer, as well as some that had now ceased to be issued as standard practice. He hadn’t known Thera prior to her transformation into the steely goddess standing at his side, but he liked to think that some traces of the commander he knew had been characteristics of the woman; strength, leadership and an analytical mind that were not typical of the women in his former life.
“Kaitlin,” Rouyn, or the
