[KQ] Bigger A(spire)ations

Roana I am more than just a piece in their game Roana grew stoic, as stoic as one could be while struggling to breathe with tears running down their cheeks. But she did not sob. Her voice would not crack. The former captain straightened as much as she could in her current state, visibly favoring one side. One hand rose to give him a formal, perfectly practiced, sharp salute. The two Ro's had always been opposite that way in their careers, one fast, loose, charming, and the other rigid, sharp, and harsh. She accepted the ring with a nod, fitting it to her index finger where it fit best. Roana swallowed a lump in her throat to accept it though. This was not the circumstance in which she wanted to accept a gift. "Get them out of this place." A mission. An order. Roana's expression fell into a look of determination, one that those who knew her would know meant she was not to be messed with; she would not be stopped or die trying. And she had yet to die, hadn't she? "Yes, General." she said, emphatically, without hesitation. Roana remained silent as he said goodbye to the other. She still didn't know who the woman was, and could only assume it to be Safrin on appearance alone. Blue eyes went up to watch as they disappeared into the air, Ronin becoming a star amongst millions. She stayed silent for a moment, staring, wishing she could've paid his price. But she had been chosen to live and fight on, by whatever sick twist of fate. She turned to hobble back and retreive her sword, sheathing it quietly. When she turned back Remi had already begun to leave. Ashetta remained rooted in place. Roana approached, clapping the woman on the shoulder to shake her from her grief induced reverie. "Come on, Ashetta. There is work yet to be done. General's orders." she said, voice still scratchy, but taking on a new tone. It was serious, steadfast, with unshakeable authority. Of course, she could not force Ashetta to follow, but Roana had to. She had work to do. She had to get them all out of here.