Loren Atalko
The explosion blew her legs out from under her, likely sectarian ground-scatter grenades. Riyon crawled for the GBS-25 that had flown out of her hand onto on the damp concrete of the floor. Riyon aimed the smart pistol while still on her back and panickedly waited for the hard lock. Tick. Tick. Beeeeeeep. On her HUD about 30 neon green boxes appeared on the heads of the assailants. She had never squeezed so hard in her life.
Favorite track: Run.