Rhea sweated profusely as she sat in the back row of a long line of benches, head held low, staring at her helmet, which she rolled between her hands. Around her was the rest of her cohort, which she wished were as open about their nervousness as she was at this moment. But, instead, the veteran legionnaires psyched themselves up for the upcoming drop by talking excessively as they joked and overhyped their previous exploits in battles long past.
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