The fallen trunk is decent cover, and you have a good view of the rebel figures as they scramble to create a defensive position.
"Amori," you say, "cover me. I'm going to take them out one by one."
You lay your rifle over the log, resting your cheek against the warm metal and peering through the scope. You spot a target and fire. She goes down. You ease your rifle left and spot another target. You pause, waiting for him to come up to fire. Your finger pulls the trigger and he explodes backward. Amori looses a burst over your head and you see more rebels dodging for cover. You fire again, watching a rebel stagger back.
Through the scope you can see that the rebels are retreating, crawling back under cover and then sprinting off through the dense forest. You manage to pick off one more, but the others fade away into the dark night.
You sit up, watching as your troopers carefully advance on the rebel casualties. It's hard to know how many got away, and whether they'll be able to regroup. But for now, you can see that your own platoon has taken damage. Shah jogs up to you.
"Nicely done, sir," he says. "Not many officers can shoot like you can."
"Create a perimeter," you say, "and see to the wounded. I want to move out in five minutes."
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