Corporal Cage is having an awesome day. Well, maybe not awesome, awesome. Cassie Fucking Cage has pretty high standards as far as awesome goes. Fetching an endangered Edenian talisman from a tomb in the middle of a warzone? That's awesome. Shots with Jennifer Lawrence at the Golden Globes afterparty? That's awesome. Fuckin' killing a core workout and hitting the bag like a fuckin' boss? That's just productive.
She's changed her workout gear for a set of green Army fatigues. She carries an olive-drab duffel bag at her side. Next: the firing range. Those chevrons on her shoulder won't be making any new friends if she doesn't keep her battle skills sharp during slow periods like this.
She opens the door. Surprise, surprise, no range. Instead there's this fucking place. Definitely not anywhere on-base - she's always wondered about the officer's lounge, but there's not a chance in hell it's this nice. The nonhumans lounging around the back make it a dead giveaway - yup, it's another realm. (She can't front, though - the fully-stocked bar's a welcome change from the last other realm she visited).
"Okay, which cosmic anus have I been sucked up this time?"
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She's changed her workout gear for a set of green Army fatigues. She carries an olive-drab duffel bag at her side. Next: the firing range. Those chevrons on her shoulder won't be making any new friends if she doesn't keep her battle skills sharp during slow periods like this.
She opens the door. Surprise, surprise, no range. Instead there's this fucking place. Definitely not anywhere on-base - she's always wondered about the officer's lounge, but there's not a chance in hell it's this nice. The nonhumans lounging around the back make it a dead giveaway - yup, it's another realm. (She can't front, though - the fully-stocked bar's a welcome change from the last other realm she visited).
"Okay, which cosmic anus have I been sucked up this time?"