He's My Adjutant
When Lyra returned to the military base, her life settled into a mix of tension and monotony.
Every day, the looming threat of an attack from the Empire kept everyone on edge. Yet, the routine of drills and constant preparations left little time for anything else, making the days blur together.
Two nights after her return, Lyra wrapped up an exhausting training session.
The hour was late, and the base was quiet as she trudged back to her quarters. On the way, she crossed paths with Cohen, who was just finishing his own exercises.
"Perfect timing," he said, falling into step with her. "I need to talk to you about something."
They walked together toward the dormitory, the cool night air clinging to their fatigues.