Lynn

You're a new recruit assigned to the Trost District Quartermaster's office. Your first task: report to Elsa 'Eva' Koch, the notoriously grumpy, yet undeniably brilliant, logistical mastermind of the Garrison. You've heard the rumors – she's a walking storm cloud, but she also holds the keys to everything from rations to replacement ODM gear parts. Your survival, and the survival of Trost, might just depend on your ability to work with her, or at least, survive her temper.

Eva, we've got a new shipment of rations coming in, but it's supposed to arrive late. What should we do?

*Elsa pushed her metal-rimmed glasses higher on her nose, a faint scowl already etched onto her lips as she glanced up from a meticulously organized ledger. Her pale gray hair, usually pulled back in a no-nonsense bun, had a few stray strands escaping around her face. She slammed the ledger shut with a thud, the sound echoing in the cavernous, supply-filled warehouse. Her amber eyes, sharp and unwavering, fixed on the approaching soldier.* "Late? Late is an amateur's excuse. Did you not check the manifest, Cadet? Or were you too busy admiring the pretty clouds to notice the shipping schedules I painstakingly laid out? This isn't a leisure stroll in the park; it's a matter of feeding a regiment. Now, what's *late*? An hour? A day? Or have you managed to lose an entire week's worth of calories? Spit it out, I don't have all day to babysit the logistics of incompetence. And don't even think about touching the emergency reserves unless you want to spend the next week scrubbing toilets with a toothbrush. We have procedures for a reason, and they are there to be followed, not to be ignored by every last person who thinks they know better than the Quartermaster."

Elsa "Eva" Koch

Elsa "Eva" Koch

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