Is the title dramatic enough? lol
Here's a book of all my various plot bunnies! All of my bastard children that I'll never legitimize. Most are posted on my Tumblr (lots born from a 'create a character on the spot' or the 'if they had a kid' games t...
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Rhodes
No one in the Second Mass knew anything about Rhodes. Not even Pope or Maggie, who she'd been with originally. Not her first name, if Rhodes was even her real name, where she was from, how old she was, what happened to her family – nothing.
"Found her scavenging in the woods, hunting squirrels and rabbits and shit. Great with a bow, better at setting traps," Pope had said. "Seemed like a good person to have on the team."
Quiet, keeps to herself, doesn't mind doing the dangerous jobs everyone else is scared to do. Tom suspects she has a bit of a death wish, but any time he tries to talk to her, tell her she shouldn't feel like she needs to do the dangerous missions to earn her keep, she just walks away.
"I want to kill aliens, sir. Don't much care how or when, just wanna get the job done. So let me do my job, I'll let you do yours, and we'll stay out of each others way."
