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Hey guys! Today's log is a bit different, as it's from someone else's perspective...


Master Sergeant Remi Nicholson
January 2nd, 2034
Quebec

I winced at the “Kodiak” HMG’s recoil. Ears ringing, I continued to put a few rounds into the oncoming Urags.
“Where the hell is Cryptid?” I barked. I contemplated whether or not I should send someone to look for him, but decided against it. The fire was too heavy; they would get shot down in an instant. But I didn’t even have to say anything to get Mac leaping over cover, bound for the artillery facility.
“Damnit kid!” Havoc bellowed. “Don’t try to be a fuckin’ hero!”
“Aw, shit! Give him some covering fire!” I barked. “Bridge, get me another chain!”
He tossed the long chain of bullets towards me, and I hastily slapped them into the massive machine gun. But before I lit it up again, I noticed a small gleam at the side of my vision. Selbz dove into cover beside me, shooting blind over her shoulder.
“Selbz! I thought the Wolves’ were scattered!” I roared, ducking behind the machine gun.
“They are! Chief’s badly wounded, last saw Dagger fighting alone with some now dead soldiers, no idea about his status!”
“Well, I don’t know about Cryptid either. He’s in that artillery station the Urags commandeered, risking his ass with blowing it up!”
She didn’t reply, just continued shooting at wild over cover. The Kodiak started rotating again, and then with an ear piercing roar it continued to embed more bullets into the attackers.
Mac was obviously in the facility now. I hadn’t noticed him go in. But now I was watching him sprint out, carrying a wounded figure in his arms, who I soon recognized as the Russian doctor, Chakswaus. But where was…?
One of the Artillery cannons fired upward, causing the massive metal slug to soar through the air, arcing, and igniting it’s own facility into an inferno of orange flame. But….I never saw Cryptid leave the building….
“Remi-wait!” Mac called as I sprinted past him.
“No! He’s not doing this to me again!” I bellowed, with Selbz and Havoc at my heels.

For some reason, things have been quiet lately, and I don't like it. No Rag airstrikes or attacks, we've only been encountering small patrols. Earlier we encountered on of the bastards patrols, me an Ripper took the low level, while Slash an Drag attack from above, the bastards never knew what hit em.

This vig looked better in my head :P

Also, Brickdude, I changed your fig a bit, cause the helmet/hood was bothering me. I you want I'll post a pic.