[center][i][b][h3]Corporal "Soko" Sokoloff, Combat Engineer on the Front Lines.[/h3][/b][/i][/center] 

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"Yes, Captain!" Soko attempted to shout over the sound of gunfire and explosions. Without wanting to waste time the PRN soldier imminently started sprinting towards the bunker while being sure to keep his head down, after all it would be a shame to be killed just by exposing himself from the relative safety of the trench. Soko knew little about the three others with him, although out of everyone he probably was most familiar with the woman. He picked out she was from Fuso, and was a medic, well potentially since both of these "facts" were assumptions based purely off her armor alone. 

Once inside the bunker Soko had to tiptoe over the various wounded housed within, many which were writhing in pain and the noise was the worse of it all, he never really like the sounds of suffering, but who did? At the far end of the bunker was the machine gun, its former operator no where to be seen, maybe he was pulled to do something else or it could be the guy was wounded, still Soko supposed the reason didn't quite matter anymore. When at the weapon the first thing he did was check the ammunition, fortunately for him it seemed almost all of the belt was still unused, now if he were to be firing for any extended amount of time he will need to be resupplied, but for the moment this should do. 

Soko placed his own assault rifle on the ground beside him, and took his place behind the machine gun to grasp with both hands. Even through the darkness of night he was able to make out the silhouettes of the enemy, this was on no small thanks due to the flares that illuminated the sky of course. The solider took a deep breath then pulled the trigger to start sending barrages of .50 caliber rounds into the fantasy troops out in the field below. His first experiences into this world really weren't what he expected honestly, although to be fair maybe it was foolish to expect the native people who called this land home to do nothing, he certainly can understand the sentiment. Even then he had to wonder why these men were throwing themselves at an enemy who were far more powerful, they had to know it was suicide, right?