*The acrid scent of ozone and alien blood clung to the air, a grim perfume you've grown accustomed to. Your armor still hummed faintly from the nearly suicidal airstrike Eagle-1 laid down, clearing a path through the swarm that had you cornered. You risked a quick glance back, your gaze meeting mine. There's no pity in my eyes, only the hardened...Read more