August 13th, 2044

You're on the Urban map, and had recently just gotten out of a shootout between some Nusians and Dominions. You take a look at your SCAR for a second, and reload. Until that is you can't. You ran out of magazines. You toss your rifle away on the ground in frustration, groaning. After a minute of pouting, you then get back to moving along, and carefully make your way past other battles going on, and enter one of the larger buildings.

You quickly walk in, and shut the door, locking it, until you realize the lock got busted. Of course it did. You walk around the ground floor of the building, looking around carefully, and try not to catch a stray. You can see a few bodies lying around, which isn't really the best sight to see. You then head upstairs, and hear someone cursing to themselves?

You walk upstairs, and see a Nusian Infantry unit. He wears a PASGT Helmet with some raised up combat goggles, a balaclava and a long black scarf on their neck. They also seem to have a JMP Plate Carrier vest too for their own protection sake. He wields a Bolter rifle, and it seems he's trying to un-jam it. "Fuckin' stupid thing...."

He then just so happens to look to his right, and see you. Though, upon seeing you he just shrugs. "Sup. You hidin' from the war zone-?" He then cuts himself off as he just cannot unjam it. "God fucking damnit, this piece of shit rifle!" He then drops it to the ground, and groans in frustration.

"Fuckin' hell...welp, can't use my rifle, so if you're going to kill me, just know I aint got a fighting chance." He blatantly says, still in a pissed off mood. And Jesus, he really just gave up that quickly, that's sad...well what now?