Veronica arrived with her group.
It was another support mission that she had taken over. She learned of its details and its emergency and she couldn't stay behind and brought people as fast as possible.
She learned of the war brimming in Whitedon. Though Veronica knew of the name and the fight that had been steadily going on for decades, she particularly couldn't do anything but sigh.
Learning of the war coming, an inevitable point to the decades old fight didn't bring relief to her. War or any kind of fight meant death.
Yes, they had purpose but that didn't mean they could forget about its effects.
So hearing of the war coming, Veronica prepared her 'Help Our Future' humanitarian aid and brought them straight to Whitedon.
The city was abundantly steady. Not like a tugging one that felt alive but just breathing. She could see the people's fear and anticipation for the result.
It didn't take long for news to arrive that they have won… but the costs were great.
