The Rebellion Within

Face the truth, and never come back (part 2)

Annoyance, that's exactly what Korra was feeling right now as she walked under the Moroccan unforgiving sun. She thought that after years of being here she would've gotten used to it, but that wasn't the case. It still burned, it still stuck to her skin like a magnet and it still pushed her into a bad moon. Yet, this wasn't the only cause of her wanting to rip someone's head off. The captain had been in strategic meetings all morning, and it only ended because lunch time rolled in; and God forbid General Raiko misses his special hour of eating. Hours and hours of trying to get a word in, only to be shot down by the sexist Commander Franco. Of course, how could she compete with the youngest general of the Spanish Army? I'll be damned ,she thought, if I let him walk over me. She let out a frustrating groan as she replayed the conversation on her head.

"Sir" Respect lingered on her voice, referring to Raiko. "If I may have an opinion, I suggest we keep reinforcing the security around the hospital premises down at the Rif." She pointed at the map on the table. "The enemy is closing in this way and seems to be setting camp here." She trailed her hand and pointed somewhere else. "We might even be able to sneak an attack as they are settling in and we avoid losing the territory in which the hospital is on."

"We can't reinforce two places at once, Nador is our priority. We can't leave it unattended." Commander Bataar leaned down on the table as he spoke and Korra nodded. "We are short on men for the time being, until the reinforcements from Spain get here."

"I understand that, but I've scouted and the enemy doesn't seem to be interested in Nador for now."

"How can you be so sure?" His voice made Korra scowl and she turned to  Franco. "Nador is the base of all our ammunition and artillery and you want to leave it unattended? Reinforcements are to stay in Nador."

"If we lose this part of the Rif, we lose the reason why our men are still standing. The importance of the hos-"

"The importance of Nador is far greater! We have other hospitals. Reinforcements stay in Nador." The Commander said aggressively tapping on the premises of Nador on the map.

"The other hospitals are too far!" Korra accidentally raised her voice, but didn't care. "By the time they get to the-"

"Captain, men come here to die! It is their duty! It was their choice to become disposable!" A fist landed on the table and threatening eyes looked into her blue ones. "I will not have my strategy questioned by a captain, even less if she's a woman! We both know you don't belong here." Korra's jaw clenched and she leaned up to his figure with an aggressive gaze.

"Because of me, the Spanish Army hasn't fallen in the hands of the Rebellion. So how about you show me some respect-"

"Step. Down. Captain" He interrupted her and she clenched her jaw tighter.

"Medina, that's an order." Raiko's voice snapped her gaze towards him and she stared in disbelief. Now he speaks? With a sigh, the captain stepped down and took a few steps backwards away from the General. A smirk settled itself on his lips and Korra fought every desire to punch it right out of his face.

"The only reason you are in this meeting is because General Raiko is fond of you and your supposed work." Now he's doubting my work? "But you should always remember your place among the table of men, and your place as a Captain." Korra was about to speak, but Bataar gently gripped her forearm.

"Pay no mind." He whispered as they both watched Raiko agree to Franco's faulty strategy. Coward. "We both know you are right." With a sigh Korra nodded, and was appreciative of Bataar's ability to convince Franco that some forces should reinforce the area Korra was so desperate to protect. Not only for the sake of Spain, but also to protect her person.