[b]Pvt. Aden Robertson[/b]

Aden was desperately scratching his brain for ballistic tables as the muzzle flashes below twinkled and the guns of their dirigible chattered in response. Mainly because gunnery from a elevated position shifting steadily at moving targets below was not a common practice; nor was making use of a machine gun. 

Large, cumbersome, hefty machines that Aden took a disliking too as a cartridge jammed for the third time since he started firing. 

"Damn Inburian piece of sh-" His curse cut off as he extracted the mangled casing. Another jerk of the charging handle and he was back to firing. It was hard to gauge where he was hitting given the distance and the scarcity of tracers in the belt. But Aden kept laying into the- 

[i]Ping[/i] 

A round whizzed off the railing in a brief moment of sparks. The resulting ricochet coming so close to Aden's face he felt the sting of the copper jacket shedding. 

"Gods!!!" Aden ducked instinctively; knowing in the back of his mind that it was too late a reaction. A few beats to collect himself before he hauled himself back to his gun. Finger's tightening within their gloves to continue their fire. The rest of the box went without incident and Aden ducked to loosen a fresh box from its mounted container. Flipping latches to prep the new ammo. 

He wondered how long the ship would remain within range. And if that would be lucky enough for them to get a lucky shot as Aden had almost suffer-

Blinding hot fire trailed down his left arm as he collapsed with the force imparted. He was vaguely aware of warm liquid spreading down his left sleeve and the sudden stiffness of the limb. Instinct took over as tried to prop himself up; honed and reinforced by his brutal introduction to modern warfare weeks ago.

"MEDIC!!! MEDIC!!!!!"