Something inspired by icedark_elf's explanations of mercverse!Zack in the three facts meme that's going around.


Zack passed through the gates with minimum hassle. The meat-shields hovered for a bit while the wards did that little hiccup they always did when they checked him. He passed, and the meat-shields went away.

It was a little before classes let out for the day. There were a few splotches of black and white over the lawns of the campus, hunched over books. He caught a few sideways glances in his direction, trying to be slick but just on this side of failure.

He made it to the main building of the campus, and started picking up snatches of lecture and conversation.

"The advance party will be used as a lure, and their loss will not effect a successful outcome of the battle."

"Were acceptable losses set at three hundred or four?"

"I hate just having infantry. Infantry's useless!"

"Supply lines will be effectively cut off, allowing for more favorable..."

"Sometimes you just need to screw principle and go for the highest bidder."

He hated, hated, hated going anywhere near Soledt. They're all such fucking cold bastards. All about their victories, nothing for the ones that fell. Just as long as the deaths were at "acceptable" levels things were fine. It wasn't like that. It couldn't be like that. Everyone was important to someone, no matter what those ruthless bastards taught.

He fucking hated Soledt.

But Caesar went there and he hadn't seen Caesar in a while, so...

The things he did for friends.