To indicate her higher rank, Herod received a blue stripe that went on the shoulder of both her uniform and her armor. There was also a pay-raise that would be of absolutely no use to her.
In exchange, she woke up half an hour before everyone else to run a security check. It was all very routine and straightforward, she just walked the perimeter to check the hard light trip wires. Once finished, she showered in the mobile bathroom and met Legata Lucifera for breakfast.
It was a grey, gloomy day around the benches and chafing dishes that made up the mess hall. Girls generally ate with their platoons, but Herod was with the bleary-eyed and listless Lucifera and the legion’s secretary, Sergeant Mikayla. The legata stirred her rehydrated chicken tikka without energy.
“We gotten the new orders yet?” Lucifera asked, perking up after her second cup of coffee.
“Not yet, ma’am,” said Mikayla, a short and chunky girl with hair the color of red grapes. “Hold the position and await further instruction. Colonel Amalek has requested a meeting with you and the other colonels. What should I tell him?”
“Yeah, fine. Not much else better to do.” Lucifera yawned. “Herod, how’d you sleep?”
“Normally, ma’am,” said Herod, focusing on her food.
“Mmm. You some kind of cyborg or what?”
Herod looked up. “Excuse me, ma’am?”
“You don’t have any emotions, far as I can tell. You just kinda go around with that flat look on your face and do as you’re told. Don’t you ever get tired of being so serious all the time?”
Herod stared at Lucifera for a moment, then smiled as wide as she could, contorting her face into a ghoulish parody of joy. “Is this preferable, ma’am?”
The legata snickered. “Point taken. It’s probably a good thing you’re so uptight. Just try to enjoy yourself when you can, y’know? We had a good day yesterday, but you always gotta be ready for terrible ones.”
“Twenty-one people are dead, ma’am,” Herod replied. Nine outside the tower, twelve in it.
“So they are. Trust me, that’s a good day. Projected casualties had five times that.” Lucifera stretched her arms. “Do I come off as callous? Huh, maybe I am. I’ve been doing this for so long that, yeah, twenty-one of my birds dying doesn’t really bring me pause. I don’t even feel bad. Is that wrong, do you think?”
“I don’t know, ma’am. It’s not my place to decide such a thing. Perhaps the colonels can provide you with moral clarity. All I can provide is protection.”
After breakfast, they left to meet with the four colonels. Lucifera’s limp didn’t have a huge impact on her speed, so it was a brisk walk through the small tent city that had cropped up overnight.
The command tent was in the same place as before, with everyone gathered inside around Lucifera’s desk. Herod already knew Amalek, and they exchanged a nod. Tamar tried to give her a bear hug, which she skillfully ducked. There was Sheba, who Herod had briefly seen yesterday but not spoken to, and one complete stranger.
“So this is the one who’s got the whole legion abuzz, Tamar?” Sheba asked. Herod hadn’t looked carefully at her last time. She was buxom and smoky with long chartreuse hair and small, playful eyes. She wore more make-up than anyone else in the room. Her right arm was indeed missing, the sleeve of her fatigues sewn shut. “She’s got a look to her. Heya hatchling! Nice to meetcha.” She grinned and offered her hand. “You’re all everyone’s talking about in the 119th. Much more interesting than some stinky Romeos.”
“Corporal Herod Makkaba, reporting for duty,” said Herod, accepting the handshake firmly. “I hope to live up to the expectations placed upon me, ma’am.”
“Isn’t she the best?” Tamar beamed. “I’m such a fan. If the typical hatchling was half the woman she is, we’d be the biggest ass-kickers in the galaxy.”
“The best way to ruin a promising young legionnaire is to overburden her,” said the unknown woman calmly. “Herod strikes me as the type who does her best work with little oversight.”
This colonel was of a height with Herod, elegant like a dancer. Her high cheekbones gave her a noble look, as did her thick persimmon hair. She could have been a successful model with little effort and therefore looked grotesquely out of place in a Vishnu AEGIS. “It’s nice to meet you, corporal- I’m Colonel Ruth Lakham. I oversee discipline and battle readiness in the 119th, as well as logistical concerns.”
Herod gave her a respectful curtsy. “Pleased to make your acquaintance, ma’am.”
“I guess I should also introduce myself,” said Sheba. “Elisheba Pered- just Sheba’s fine. I’m in charge of morale, so if you’re feeling sad or someone breaks up with you, come find me and I’ll kiss your emotional wounds better.” Sheba had this… ease to her. Something about the way she moved and smiled made everything feel a little better. None of the other colonels had that sort of charisma- the closest was Lucifera.
“Realah! Tamar Realah!” The monstrous colonel towered over everyone else in the room. “Colonel of the vanguard. First into the fight, last one out, and look cute doing it.”
“You know who I am,” said Amalek. “First Colonel Amalek Kavod. I oversee coordination between the cohorts as well as grand strategy. Should something happen to the legata, I take her place.”
“God help us,” Sheba muttered darkly.
“You have me,” Amalek replied. “No need for God.”