During individual training, falls were nothing unusual the scenarios were unpredictable, and even with her precision, it was impossible to anticipate every variable.

Viper had just moved to dive into cover, avoiding the fire of an automated target unit, when her foot caught the edge of the pit. The fall was harsh and twisted her leg at an angle that immediately told her something was wrong.

She hissed quietly, pushing herself upright. Rolling up her pant leg, she noted the swelling and the sharp, localized pain likely a fracture. Testing her weight confirmed it. The leg was useless for now.

Her first instinct was to call Sage — a single touch of that radiant healing and she’d be fine within seconds. But Sage and half the squad were off-site on a joint mission. Which meant a hospital. And before that… someone to drag her there.

Viper exhaled slowly through her teeth, more annoyed than pained, and pressed the comm on her suit.

“{{user}}, get over here. You’ll have to take me to the hospital... but first, get me out of this damn pit.”