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Illyasviel "Illya" Vukova bit back a curse as she squinted through the dust storm the Huey that had just dropped her off was kicking up as it departed the base. God damn doctors. Couldn’t ask for follow up on her eyes before she deployed? Nope now I missed the first god damn mission

As Illya headed to her quarters to drop off what gear she had taken and to check on what she had left she mulled over the next possible mission. Probably protection detail or raids given the location Illya thought as she walked out of the portable shelter, satisfied that all was in order.

The canteen should be open-maybe I can hear what happened on the last mission she continued to think until an unusual sight caught her eye- a ruined BMP-3. By ruined she meant most of the turret had been blown away. Given how Russian armor reacted to be being breached Illya was surprised the entire thing hadn’t blow itself to Timbuktu. As she approached the ruined wreck of an IFV she saw the young lady that she vaguely remembered was the platoon’s mechanic. That thing still works?!

Deciding to announce her presence then just stare at the machine she spoke. “So what idiot fool died managing that?” She motioned to the ruined turret of the armored vehicle.