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Slowly, the Aschen fireteam crept through the burned out trench, slowly, the sound of glass crunching under their boots filled their ears, suffocated by the thick smell of ozone, carbon, and burning flesh, Sergeant Decurion switched on his wide-spectrum viewfinder to pierce through the dense smoke.

Out of nowhere, a short burst of small caliber rounds ripped through the smoke, a sharp "rat-atat" followed by a loud 'thwip!' as Senior Corporal Aventus fell to the ground with a sharp cry, Castellano caught the militant down the trench as he opened fire, wincing as rounds impacted the ground rather dangerously close to his head.

"Gods damnit!" Castellano hissed as he fumbled with his disruptor rifle, raising it up and loosing a shot, sending a shimmering green blast of light directly to the insurgent's left, striking the wooden retaining wall behind him, splintering the wood. Immediately after, Castellano loosed another shot, taking advantage of the now dazzled militant to put a disruptor bolt center mass, sending the man careening back with a plume of steam, and flame that erupted from his chest. With the immediate threat neutralized, Castellano turned towards Decurion, and Cpl Kalfkos, as they were now attending to the crying Specialist.

He screamed in Anquietas "Quam mali? Quam mali?" Tears streaming down his face from the searing pain as he screamed the words. "Accipere facile!" While Decurion shouted. "Medicus! Medicus!" In that moment Kalfkos reached into his chest carrier to pull out a small white case, a large red triangular symbol emblazoned on it. "Laxo, Laxo! Me vide." He hissed, putting pressure on the chest, but noticed something peculiar. "Nullus sanguinis." Kalfkos said, keeping his hand on Aventus' chest, fishing around inside the plate carrier, pulling something that had been embedded in the kanvium plate, and holding the mushroomed bullet in front of Aventus' face. "Costas sunt confracta, sed erant 'iens futurus finis." He chuckled, and patted the hyperventilating specialist on the helmet as another voice pierced the miasma.

“Green, boys! Mind if I come on?”

Decurion, and Castellanos peered out from the trench only slightly, hands gripping their weapons firmly before realizing it's a friendly. Both of them turned to their downed comrade, and then back to Duncan. Every one of them were caked in sweat, and filth from their brief run through the trenches.

Castellanos looked to the plasma grenades hanging loosely on his bandolier, before he detached two of them, and held the small green spherical grenades out to Duncan.

"Press here until click, five seconds, ten meters." He said with a thick Aschen accent, turning the grenades over to reveal two indentations where fingers would go to arm the grenade. "Big hurt if caught in blast."

Castellano turned back to Aventus, watching as Kalfkos hefted the young specialist to his feet, as he held his chest, his breathing slightly labored. There was a hole in his plate carrier, and once the team regained their composure, Decurion pointed further into the trench complex leading to the building. "intermissum est finis." He said aloud, and nodded for the team to stack up.