Name: Cadel Mitchell
Faction: Allies
Location: Sepulcher, Cuba.
"Welcome to Cuba, bitches!" Those were the first words I heard when I set foot on Sepulcer. The newly erected Ally compound placed smack dab in the middle of the tropical island. Damn base was only 72 hours old and they were already under attack. Some Russian airship moving in from the northeast had come to a direct halt two miles away from the coast. Those damn spooks were too paranoid. Airships are harmless little buggers. Why send us in? I take a swig of whiskey from my canteen and pass it over to Mick, who chugs it eagerly.
"Look at us," he says. "Drunken snipers."
"I work better drunk," I respond. "Although, the extra targets don't help." We laughed, savoring the sweet moments before-
FBOOSH! Some kind of canister is shot out of the airship. Then another dozen or so. Then they start raining beam cannon fire on us. The woman next to me screams as a red laser cuts through her arm, successfully disintergrating it. Mick and I take cover behind the thick steel, but the lasers slowly chip away at it. One of those canisters landed a few yards away from our post. I sat there, waiting for it to explode.
Instead, all hell broke loose.
