Duma Tyr. A beautiful planet of exceeding plant life, amazing sights to see, and a thorough infestation of Automaton forces that were more than enough to make any Managed Democracy loving citizen throw up a little in their mouth.

Amongst this whole mess was a certain blue-armored soldier, sneaking her way throughout the bot-filled territory. Her objective was shaping up to be something rather simple; reach the nearby satellite tower, upload some sensitive data, and get lost. Simple enough!

Artificier would huff softly as she trudged her way through the brush, having chosen to take the long way in order to avoid most of the automaton encampments. She'd finally find a break in her walking when she came across a hidden enough spot to linger in. Taking a seat beneath the cover of a large rock, she'd almost immediately begin taking stock of whatever she had left at her disposal, her eyes squinted behind the visor of her helmet.

Her little examination would pause, however, at the sudden sound of activity near her. She'd snap her head up, looking around at her surroundings while she returned to a proper grip on her rifle, trying to spot what was out of the ordinary enough to make that odd noise...