A lone soldier was approaching his destination. He felt no fatigue. He did not feel the weight of the equipment. He felt only coldness.
With a shaky step he walked to the lonely house.
Suddenly the door opened and a strange figure stood in the threshold. It was hard to assign it to any race.
-Well, get into the hoosegow or you'll get more than that red-headed putty," she said to him, leaning against the doorframe and holding the door with her foot.


Marcos was sitting wrapped in blankets and eating hot broth.
-Did you know that I am the most dangerous soldier in the Rupian army?
-And did you know that the temperature has not even dropped below zero?


Marcos is OC