Once Quistis had left the compartment, squad C prepared themselves for battle.

Leali was loading her rifle with shiny gold bullets, occasionally dropping them on the floor accidentally, and letting them roll around the metal floor before stooping down to pick them up.

Alix sat polishing the blade of his weapon, making it shine as if it were pure platinum. He even polished the handle of his gunblade, out of anxiousness.

Skye was tightening the buckles on some spiked gauntlets he had put on to his hands, attaching and detaching spikes here and there.

Lianne was tenser than ever. The incessant noise of bullets rolling on the floor, the squeak of Alix's already sparkling gunblade, and the creak of the leather of Skye's gauntlets all combined was driving her crazy. No one spoke, so it was silent but for those irritating sounds. Feeling the annoyance boiling inside of her, Lianne could take no more. She stood up sharply, causing everyone to glance up from their weapons to look at her.

"I'm going outside for a while. I need some air." She said, taking her leave from the compartment and going out on to the deck of the deployment ship. Dollet was in sight, over the sea. As she cast her brown eyes out at the site of her exam, gunblade in her hands, her stomach writhed.

This was her big chance to prove herself.