cyborgakadjmoose
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Phaedra moved from building to destroyed building, making her way quickly and using what cover was available. She held her MPR at the ready as Gauss rounds ricocheted off brick and Aether beams seared the air overhead. Phaedra reached the remains of an intersection and ducked inside the nearest building, startled at what she found there.
What she found in the dim light could have only been described as a mess; the tangled remains of a Marine HOSTILE were intertwined with the remains of two Mishhu Rippers. Although the Marine was dead, he had apparently taken his attackers with him. Phaedra scanned with her HUD for some sign of identification, but she found none; the armor was badly scarred from intense heat. She knelt and began inspecting the armor further and checking the corpse for ammo.
The inevitable flashbacks came;
Burning
Agony
Failure
Blame
Phaedra winced and grabbed at her left arm, phantom pain flaring for an instant before subsiding just as quickly as it had come. Once she realized what had happened, Phaedra growled in frustration. She quickly set her mind to the task at hand to forget the images, grateful that no one saw her weakness. She managed to procure the magazine from the HPAR, but she was reluctant to continue until she located Mayhew.
She stood and hefted her MPR, sheltering behind a wall as an explosion in the street rocked the building. Without hesitation Phaedra stormed through the settling dust cloud and across the street.
It was only a few moments until Phaedra located Mayhew inside the remnants of a ruined home. She emerged from the dust-choked street clad in her black NIGHT armor, the five-foot MPR held in her right hand.
"Mayhew I presume? You can call me Wolf; I'm here to escort you to the Chief."
What she found in the dim light could have only been described as a mess; the tangled remains of a Marine HOSTILE were intertwined with the remains of two Mishhu Rippers. Although the Marine was dead, he had apparently taken his attackers with him. Phaedra scanned with her HUD for some sign of identification, but she found none; the armor was badly scarred from intense heat. She knelt and began inspecting the armor further and checking the corpse for ammo.
The inevitable flashbacks came;
Burning
Agony
Failure
Blame
Phaedra winced and grabbed at her left arm, phantom pain flaring for an instant before subsiding just as quickly as it had come. Once she realized what had happened, Phaedra growled in frustration. She quickly set her mind to the task at hand to forget the images, grateful that no one saw her weakness. She managed to procure the magazine from the HPAR, but she was reluctant to continue until she located Mayhew.
She stood and hefted her MPR, sheltering behind a wall as an explosion in the street rocked the building. Without hesitation Phaedra stormed through the settling dust cloud and across the street.
It was only a few moments until Phaedra located Mayhew inside the remnants of a ruined home. She emerged from the dust-choked street clad in her black NIGHT armor, the five-foot MPR held in her right hand.
"Mayhew I presume? You can call me Wolf; I'm here to escort you to the Chief."
