Yellow Beauty Burns Gold.

[Alexander Blakesley]

The ornamental gate was titanic even from afar, the Pilot was not even quarter of the way to approaching the gate. For a moment, Alexander stopped his quick march to gawk at the sheer size of the doors. The Atlean remained calm if slightly apprehensive; he had no idea if using this transit system worked, or if not send him to oblivion. Nothing about this situation made any sense or more sense than the usual battle against the IMC.The more thought he applied to the situation the more question appeared than answers. He couldn’t contact Freya or the rest of his squad or his superiors, RC was nowhere in sight, and he wasn’t even sure if he could get back home. He looked at the gate, then the fountain and threw his head back in exasperation as he wasn't even near the damn doors.

A loud cracking noise in the area snapped Alexander back into focus. His sharp hearing registered it as gunfire coming from behind him at quite a distance away. In several seconds the Atlean captain raised his Flatline assault rifle, switched the safety catch off and spun around to a crouching position to face the source of the gunfire. Despite it being quite far off he could pick out the group of dark-clothed assailants attacking a young woman with bizarre shotgun gauntlets and a redheaded woman at the fountain. He assessed the situation, he flicked the safety catch on, secured the Flatline onto his armour and reached for his Longbow DMR. The Longbow was a rifle far more suited to pick off the targets from the range between them and his current position.

“Weapons free, going loud!” Alexander yelled, cautioning the girls before flicking the safeties off, looking through the rifle’s scope to aim. His crosshairs lined up on a sword-wielding attacker about to take a swing at the blonde-haired woman. Making the necessary calculations in his mind, Alexander adjusted his shot accordingly. With a pull of the trigger, a hypervelocity round zipped past her, smacking into the assailant’s face turning it into a fine pink mist, killing the attacker before his corpse could hit the ground. Alexander lined his sights up on the next target, a mace wielder charging at the redhead with all too eager enthusiasm to break her with it.

“Nice mace ya got; also there’s something on your face...” The Pilot muttered as he pulled the trigger. The shot connected to the target’s face, sending the attacker spinning into their death throes on the floor near the woman.

“No wait, that was your face. My bad.” Alexander mockingly apologised before turning his attention to the next target. Another sword-wielder in the leading group who was waiting for an opportunity to take a swing at the blonde. Alexander trained his sights upon the sword-wielder, finger on the trigger ready to deliver the kill shot before the blonde woman flew quite literally into his crosshairs.

“Come on Blondie move your arse out the way...” He growled in annoyance. He tried to pick off individuals in the group, but the shotgun-gauntleted woman thwarted the majority of his attempts. She jumped into his crosshairs to savage the hostiles, preventing him from taking shots at risk of friendly fire. Instead, he waited patiently for an opening each time this occurred; he attempted to predict her attack patterns and adjusted accordingly by timing his shots to her movements. While he admired the girl’s fiery spirit, he didn’t like her tendency to jump into his sights just as he was about to pull the trigger. He continued unloading deadly suppressive fire into the enemy group with machine-like precision, counting each shot before it was time to reload. Honed through military training and years of experience, he ejected the empty magazine placing it into a pocket in his bandolier, replacing it with a full magazine and returned to giving covering fire for the girls with speed and efficiency.