Writer's Note: A prompt from Secondlin!
Warning: Occurs pre-series and contains spoilers.
The Quarriors quickly learned that it was in their best interest to have Jade as their troop leader. It wasn't just because she was fit and a good shot, and it wasn't just because she was best friends with another one of the better fighters, but it was because she was good. Very good, eerily good...almost too good.
When she led the team into a hotspot of enemy activity, no matter what planet it was, Jade went in with a feral grin and a shout of victory. She held her gun cocked and her reflexes on hairtrigger and she never, ever failed to hit her targets.
Many of the other warriors envied her. Most of the women wanted to be her. Most of the men saw a hero in her, despite her sex and her relatively young age. She advanced the ranks faster than anyone else, and yet she never forgot that she was once at the bottom. She continued to lead the way, even when she didn't have to anymore.
It was this carefree – or careless – nature that usually won the day. But sometimes, the rare times, it would get her into trouble. She eventually learned to pace herself, hedge her bets, and ensure she wasn't leading her men on a suicide mission before rushing in, but she would always have that instinct – that need - to close the distance between herself and her foe and shoot them up. Because nothing, nothing, was sweeter than that.