>>5544663>S2 rolls 1,1,5,6, a crit.You risk a glance at the lurking Spiker, inching your cracked helmet above your cover so that your eyes can just clear the lip of the spool. You duck, as the enemy immediately begins to tilt its stubby spines in your direction, attempting to line up a shot. An ominous hum fills the air for a moment, before fading.
“Damn.” You reach for your comm, hoping you can get some fire support from the security team. “Dayston, can you-”
<span class="mu-s">”AAHHHH…ARG!”</span> You are interrupted by a scream from the security channel as the officer in question is peppered by the Spiker which downed his newly revived companion. You wince but keep the channel open, your immediate needs forgotten as you demand a report. “Dayston, what is your team's status!”
For a few moments the only reply is a string of curses and groans but eventually he replies, “The bastard got me pretty good, Sir. Shot the weapon right out of my hand, and nailed me in the shoulder for good measure.”
<span class="mu-r">A2 Health: 1/3. Pistol destroyed.</span>
“But Hugh is coming around now, the nano-meds worked a treat, Sir. He’ll have to get his own revenge though, I’m gonna need to catch my breath for a second.” The security officer finishes his report and slumps down behind the steel table he was using for cover. You can hear the sounds of hyperventilation before he closes his comm.
<span class="mu-r">A1: Ready. A2: Panicked.</span>
