Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140918005000/@comment-11457306-20140920034236

Harridan was furious. She looked around the interior of the emptying Crawler, wondering how she might sabotage the vehicle to keep the Thalmor from using it against them. She could not believe this was happening. After such an illustrious career, to die in anonymity (sp?) on an ill-fated mission run by fools and rejects--no matter if they were Knights. Not only that, but the professional military--General Weltrod himself and Captain Ineldi created the plan and gave the orders to execute it. She'd had no idea the Legion was riddled with such incompetence. She bit her lip hard against tears of frustration.

Finally she spotted a panel in the floor by the driver's bench. She quickly pulled it up and used her dagger to destroy as much as she could of the machinery. At least they would not be able to drive it immediately. They'd have to fix it first.

She shut the panel and placed her sword on another bench, along with her kit. She kept her helm. They'd probably remove it, but she wanted it for now. Swearing under her breath in the slow, low cadence of the well practiced soldier, she marched out. This was not the end. There would be a reckoning. She would take an honor guard with her into the afterlife.