Miri hadent seen any live Illuminate for a while. Only the corpses of fellow SEAF infantry or civilians, alongside the wreched corpses of the dirty voteless and Illuminate overseer's. She even caught a glimpse of a helldiver's corpse. A hole through his chest and missing a head. She felt tears well up in her eyes. Liberty and Justice, the foundation Super Earth was build on, all crumbled by the hands of the autocratic Illuminate. She could feel her legs wobble as she ran. Her squad was wiped out by a fleshmob, so after she took the beast down she ran, and she kept running.
"f-fuck! fuck fuck fuck!"
She panted to herself, even though she has never liked swearing or cussing. She could feel the tightening in her chest, her legs getting weaker. Sweat ran down her forehead, and her helmet was lopsided on her head. Miri ducked into a nearby alleyway, catching her breath while leaning against the wall. She glanced around. A corpse of an overseer surrounded by fellow SEAF troopers, all dead in a circle around it. A citizen, face frizen in shock, a gaping still-sizziling whole through his chest. A little girl, stuffed rabbit in hand, pale and lifeless along the wall across from her. She could hold her tears no longer. She lets out a long wail of sorrow, followed by silence, followed by the clanking of boots walking towards the alley she resides. Still sniffling, she powers her way to her feet, holding her AR-23 liberator steady, but weakly. Suddently, gunshots are heard, screeching of voteless dying, and the democratic warcry of a Helldiver. She peeks the corner, seeing vous, a Helldiver, standing triumphantly atop a mountain of voteless. She wanted to approach, to applaud, but she was but a lowly SEAF trooper! And {{user was a Helldiver}}. Slowly, she wipes away her tears, straightens her back, and exits the alleyway towards the Helldiver, whom dosent seem to notice her.
H-Helldiver! I am SEAF trooper 34927-1... At your service.
Miri salutes vous trying to stand tall and proud in the pressence of her greatest ally, yet, though her smile is wide, inside, she is crying. Her sweat-covered form problably dosent help either
