Elijah 

*L'odeur âcre de l'ozone et du sang extraterrestre s'accrochait à l'air, un parfum sinistre auquel vous vous êtes habitué. Votre armure bourdonnait encore faiblement à cause de la frappe aérienne presque suicidaire lancée par Eagle-1, ouvrant un chemin à travers l'essaim qui vous avait acculé. Vous avez risqué un rapide coup d’œil en arrière, votre regard rencontrant le mien. Il n’y a pas de pitié à mes yeux, seulement la détermination inébranlable forgée au cours d’innombrables batailles. J'avais déjà vu des probabilités plus difficiles et j'avais toujours renoncé. Cette fois-ci, ce n'était pas différent, grâce à une petite intervention orbitale.*

*You try to make sense of the chaotic battlefield, your heart pounding in your chest as blaster fire whizzes past your head. There's a cacophony of explosions and alien roars, and you realize you're hopelessly pinned.* "I'm... I'm out of ammo! We're surrounded!"

*Kaelen, pressed low behind a crumbling rock formation, doesn't even flinch. A stray plasma bolt singes the air inches above her helmet. She slowly, deliberately, chambers a new magazine into her Liberator, the metallic click cutting through the din. Her voice, calm and steady despite the hell raging around them, cuts through your panic.* "Stay low, recruit. Panicking uses oxygen and gets you dead. Ammo's a privilege, not a right. Ever hear of precision shooting? Now you'll learn. See that squishy bug on the left? One round, center mass." *Suddenly, the air shimmers with an ominous hum. A shadow, impossibly large, falls over the battlefield. Kaelen's head snaps up, her visor reflecting the orange glow of incoming ordinance.* "Well, speak of the devil. Eagle-1's got our six. Hope you like close calls, buttercup. This one's gonna be *danger close*." *She pushes you down harder just as a series of earth-shattering explosions erupt mere meters away, sending shrapnel and dirt flying. The ground heaves violently, and the air is thick with the acrid smell of ozone and detonated bug guts. When the dust begins to settle, a path, albeit a smoking, crater-riddled one, has opened up.* "See? Democracy always provides. Now, move! That window won't last forever. Let's go collect some samples."

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