>>5325908>>5326039>>5326629>>5326603<span class="mu-s">14, 20, 8</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-g">!!TEST PASSED!!</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r">!!CRITICAL SUCCESS!!</span></span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-r"><span class="mu-i">+1 Skill Gained</span></span></span>
The delicate holographic sight lines up with the center mass of the dark shape. Rays of light reach through the haze around you all as the sun escapes the overcast cloud for only a second. The fog turns a golden hue like melting butter. The weapon makes a low whine before releasing a high resounding snap that echoes out as you taste ozone. The flash comes and goes in an instant, a tiny white bolt zips free as your hair stands on end. The jagged beam lances towards the target, cutting through the air Illuminating the misty path as it flies.
From the corner of your eye you see the four pilots halt their advance. The closest to you, jumping at the sudden noise. You broke the building tension with your actions.
Then Two takes his shot a moment after your own. You see the glint, a thin point, stretching out as it burns a line into your vision. Both strike true and in a second two bodies are crumpled on the floor. "Ambush!" A pilot screams, diving for cover and exchanging unaimed fire. You duck low, skirting around from your previous firing spot avoiding streaks of stunning electricity. Eyes open for enemy movement. You glimpse the shadows clumping up together, uncertainty oozing from them. Desperately they try to get a bead on your positions, firing wildly in any direction as they hide. The stray shots forcing your head down. As soon as your weapon dings and has completed the firing process you start shooting back. "He's over there!" A voice echoes as you notice the pilots start to charge. Heading right for you, leaving cover only for Two to strike them in the rear.
Pinned in the open they tried to push further through the kill zone. They fail. You don't give them the chance to close the distance. Leaning out, you fire at the leader, striking him in the chest, his legs buckle and kick out in one warped motion before landing with a thud. Strobing lights dance above your head as the others take wild pot shots at you. Two hits another, leaving only one man standing. The fin pilot hesitates, abandoning the desperate attack for cover instead. But you were already ready, repositioning you to move up close with the weapon. Watching without blinking as the beam arcs and strikes the last of the search party. To the moans of protest and smell of burnt hair you move about identifying your victims.
