[center][h2][b]Ilshar Ard’sabekh[/b][/h2][/center]

In the chaos of smoke and erupting bullets, Ilshar could not say if his bullets had struck anything alive. There were screams, but one who had been in battle more than once knew to disregard them. He had even read it in some manual that had been passed around during the war. An involuntary scream could mislead as much as a deliberate lie, or something like that. Overconfidence at what sounded like the enemy's fear or pain could kill. So, he focused on the rhythm of his own gunfire. A burst, a pause, another burst.

Dust and splinters exploded and rained down around him as the CivSec forces at last turned their fire against the squad, forcing him to take longer pauses before ducking out from behind the shattered wall to shoot. To his dismay, the building he was behind was steadily being reduced to as bad a shape as the one whose failing cover he had left. If this kept up much longer, he could very well be finding himself exposed, and the fog of smoke could only do so much to conceal him from sight.

Unnaturally coloured lights flashed overhead, then the sound of a thunderous impact rolled down from the distant treeline, and Ilshar staggered as a wave of psychic feedback struck him. It was not as bad as it could have been had he still maintained direct contact with the ether-worm to that moment, but the strain from the collapsing connection was enough to cause a moment's disorientation. [i]Let them not find me now...[/i]

Fortunately, as his senses realigned, the battle was already winding down. The gunfire died out, and a voice that for once was not screaming or cursing called out to them, corroborated by the suitable comm code. With a grunt, Ilshar hauled himself up from behind the battered wall and trudged towards the newcomer - their presumptive ally. On the way towards the house the (ostensible) human had emerged from, he saw the ZRF rounding up some of the enemies who were still mostly intact. He shrugged. Their planet, their war, it was up to them. They knew the situation best. As far as he was concerned, the contact was the main priority now; with the starting briefing alone, he had no idea where to go from there, and he doubted the rest of the squad had either.