Sierra XVII

[Daerune]

The dull sensation of a beating heart hammered through his arteries. how ever not as strong as it was normally but it was a confirmation he was still alive, placing his hands on either side of the ground at his chest he forced his head up, the aching of his body becoming more noticeable and was acknowledged with a sharp intake of breath and a subtle groan. a gentle roar and the faint smell of smoke became more dominant as his awareness slowly came back to him. His eyes fixed on a chunk of debris laying just a hands reach away. staggering to his feet the sigh before him seemed alien to him, snow and scattered debris in a range of sizes but the main body looked familiar, a cockpit its cover broken. slowly he remembered as he closed his eyes trying to allow his brain to provide the memory. The sound of gunfire, the warning alarms, red lights and an unspeakable amount of profanities. The hunk of metal and glass ahead of him was his upholder, Sierra his tactical operations name. He shook his head gently as the chill of the air started to get to him. nothing was salvageable from the wreak, He turned checking himself for any wounds before checking his sidearm and limped away with the sun on his back.

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