Queen audition

Another day.

Another battle.

Queen crouched down behind the ruined wall, the corner of the location they were defending. Their charge was to protect this location from any advancing forces. Having managed to cause a retreat from the Byakko forces, they had to now hold the slight upper hand –if you could even call it that- with a fierce grip. They were still outnumbered and outgunned, but every little victory was a piece of the puzzle to winning the war. They could do it, if they remained strong and didn’t let anything stand in the way. They couldn’t let the loses break them down. The only way she could do that, was to not think of them. Now was not the time to get emotional, now was the time to harden your mind and your heart, to fight through the pain. She was the same way. In fact, even now, she was attempting to block out the image of King falling after being sniped. Internally she cringed, yet instantly she grit her teeth. Despite being so attached to the man, Queen was a warrior. Now was not a time that she could think of the men that had laid down their lives for the effort of this war. Not until they had won. No, until that day, she would be put up a brave face and not let any of the others see what she was feeling.

It was easier said than done, but Queen would lift her chin and ignore the looks of pity she would get from those that knew what she had to be feeling. She hated those looks. Despised them even. And here she was thinking about it again. Forcing the thoughts from her head, taking a deep breath and peering forward. Though a moment of peace was a good for her team, and the rest of them, Queen would almost welcome a distraction of another fight. That would at least get her mind off of the events that had happened in the war already. Far off she could see some troops advancing, but for right now, they would just have to keep vigilant to make sure that no forces got past the northern gate they were guarding. The walls for the most part were still in tact, the few places where explosions had blasted holes in had other teams guarding them. Their supply of people who could fight were limited though, and so Queen, to guard the main entrance to the school, got only two other people. Eight she would trust to have her back and she was happy with him, but Machina…

Queen was still unsure of what to make of him, if not slightly apprehensive. She still questioned the decision for him to become a part of Class Zero, especially since he seemed afraid of war. How did one get promoted to the status of Class Zero, when they were afraid of war? Eight she knew disliked weapons, but…he wasn’t afraid. She didn’t get it, and probably never would. Glancing once more at the location of the advancing troops, Queen turned heel and started walking to where the two of them were. Violet eyes glanced first at Eight, more concerned about him because she cared more about him. Laying a hand on his shoulder, she earnestly looked at him, “Holding up Eight?” She was the leader of the group, and so she would keep them alive. That was her goal. A second after looking directly at Eight, her hand dropped and she turned her gaze toward Machina, her eyes getting slightly weary. “And you?” She had gotten a call to update the situation a few minute before, and she had to update them on the situation now. Team B, which included Seven, Rem, and Trey were under attack on the southern gate. As much as Queen would love to help them, in a few hours, or even minutes, there could be the attack of the soldier convoy that was coming up from the north. They had been tracking the progress of the convoy by satellite tracking and sending updates to Queen by her phone. They were advancing…they had to prepare themselves. This was vital to hold them back.

Dominatrix powers activate.

2/2.