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[color=6ecff6][u]Level:[/u][/color]
5
[color=6ecff6][u]EXP:[/u][/color]
2/50
[color=6ecff6][u]Word Count:[/u][/color]
822 (+2)
[color=6ecff6][u]Location:[/u][/color]
Highertower
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A [url=https://i.ibb.co/7t11b3Mr/image.png]large blue tank with yellow stripes[/url] drove through the sand, and veered off in the direction of a grouping of cargo containers and wreckage. The vehicle swerved every once in a while, not keeping on a straight line for too long. Then from the wreckage, there was a glint as the sun reflected off something particularly shiny. A moment later, a brighter flash of light, and a shot came flying over the sand, flying right over the head turret of the tank. The tank however... took aim, and fired back in the direction of the glint it saw.

Barely hidden in the wreckage, was a [url=https://i.ibb.co/kVM33Z4J/image.png]large black machine[/url] resting on four legs, each with tracks capable of moving it in any direction. Atop the machine was a large gun, itself bigger than the entirety of the tank it just fired at.

Inside, Celica sighed as she held one eye shut, looking through the lens of a digital scope. "I would really appreciate it, if you all would leave me alone..." She fired another shot, intentionally short as it exploded in the ground, kicking up a wall of sand in front of the tank. But it just kept coming, and even took another shot at her. Gritting her teeth, she spoke as if the driver of that vehicle was able to hear her... "I do not condone senseless violence, and I do not wish to end the life of those who do not deserve it. But if you are unwilling to see reason, and leave me be, then I am left with no choice..." And with that, she raised the scope, taking aim at the center of the approaching vehicle. Just as it took another blind shot in her direction, she squeezed the trigger, and the third shot from the barrel let loose... and less than a second later, there was only a cloud of sand, and smoke, which settled to reveal a blackened, smoldering heap of metal that was moments before, a fully functioning vehicle. 

Celica leaned back in her seat, releasing the controls with a long sigh. "Even when the fighting calms down, there's still scavengers who won't let me leave..." She took a moment before leaning forward again, gripping the controls to bring back the scope and look around. She couldn't see much directly, but she could tell there was still fighting going on out there. And she had been trapped here for... was it days by this point? It felt like days, maybe it was just hours.

"What's the point of finding all these supplies if I have to keep eating it all up to fabricate more ammunition? Maybe Alma was right, I should have stuck with at least one energy weapon... sure would be making a whole world of difference right now." She brought up a screen showing the integrity of her machine, and multiple portions of it were red. "Can fabricate all the ammunition in the world, it's not going to matter if this thing falls apart, not like I can fabricate a whole engineering bay and strap more armor to it." She scrolled through the components, adding "Or fabricate an entirely new core for that matter..."

She couldn't help but think back to all the times she had been in trouble, and how it was always others getting her out of it. Whether it was Rock or Alma's squad, she always got in over her head, and needed someone to save her. "Here we go again, stuck in a situation I have no way out of, and no choice but to ask for help... But I doubt the FrontierNav reaches this far, I wonder if they would even be able to find my location..." Without any other choice, she brought up another screen, input some information, and then recorded a message... though she absolutely had no idea what to say. 

"Uhm, this is Celica... I have found a wreckage site full of resources, but unknown factions are warring all around me. Any attempts at leaving my hiding place have been met with... well, violence. I would really prefer to not have to keep shooting at people I don't know, so please, someone, anyone... I would greatly appreciate some assistance. I am sending my coordinates with this message. My surroundings are currently... well, everything is orange... including the cargo I am using as cover... if that, is of any help." And with that, she leaned back again, swiping a few more things on the holographic screen, and eventually, a cannister opened up atop the machine, and shot out a probe that landed nearby, starting to blink with light. It began repeating Celica's message on all known friendly frequencies, though it wasn't exactly the most difficult thing to pick up.

The real trouble was that she had just sent out a message saying how she was effectively in possession of a large amount of supplies... and that beacon was now beeping a code that gave out her exact coordinates each time it finished replaying her message. 

Brilliant job Celica.