>>5568829For all the many things as she'd prefer to do in the night, fighting was rarely one of them. Fighting mechanized less so, and fighting Twaryians even less still. Despite it all though, it wasn't the thought of a night battle that made her so uneasy but rather something she couldn't explain more than vaguely. Hunches, instinct, a bad feeling shivering its way up her spine. They had been on a hot streak, but everybody's luck runs out eventually. Usually at the worst moment for it.
<<Recon Six-Eight, time to keep things nice and dark. That means no headlights, no shiny buttons, and no cigarettes. Even a match is a lighthouse, and lighthouses make easy shooting.>>
>>5568999<<That means you, Fiskersonn.>>
Though she couldn't possibly know from a unit over it wasn't too big an assumption to make, and the slight lilt of her voice told she was probably just poking fun.
Or maybe the glow of his smoke really was that bright. If she could see it, then so could the Twaryians.
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>Reserve Fire>Reserve Movement>Fire flare pistol, illuminate on Q24 