You hit the deck and add to the suppressive fire the only way you can: activate your microbead. "Tristan to Aegis, lock on to that sniper and hammer him flat."
Simo responds crisply, "locking on target now. Danger Close."
Elena make it to the ruins and snaps out an order, "Adam! Smokescreen!"
Adam doesn't have any smoke grenades, but he does have a flamethrower. He hauls ass over to Yasha, throws a canister on the ground, and sets it aflame. Whatever he lit, it puts up an oily black cloud of smoke.
Yasha twitches, and you can hear her weakly call for a medic.
The sniper puts a line of emerald fire through the smoke. It must be a blind shot, because it misses Adam, but not by much.
Monat has made it to the mouth of the ruins, and continues thumping out more energy rounds. You are fairly sure he isn't hitting anything, but it looks impressive as hell.
You start crawling towards Yasha, and the dubious cover of Adam's improvised smokescreen. "Simo, where's my fire support?"
"Friendly craft in the air. Holding fire until I have a clear shot."
Friendly craft? What in the Warp is going on?
Elena opens fire with her bolt pistols at something deeper in the ruins. "Contact! Cultists!"
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Adam drops his flamethrower on the ground and rips open a medical kit. "Sir, get the Swallow cranked up! She needs Medevac NOW!"
Yasha twitches again, moaning in pain.
The sniper is apparently holding his fire, as no more lines of emerald fire appear.
Monat lets out a high, screeching warcray and charges into the ruins. From the panicked cries, the cultists certainly weren't expecting that!
You decide that it is time to make a break for the Swallow, so you get up and run for it.
The Tau dropship re-appears, chasing the purple shack with a howling gale of suppressive fire.
Elena follows Monat into the ruins, covering its back.
Adam works frantically to stabilize Yasha. It is hard to tell how successful he is, but his medical kit is rapidly being emptied of material.
Yasha shudders and goes limp.
The sniper wasn't reloading, it was relocating. A figure in black and green robes steps from the hatch of the Swallow, a long rifle in its’ hands. You have just enough time to feel your eyes go wide as the figure raises the rifle and puts a line of emerald fire through your right knee.
Time slows.
You can feel the flare of pain from your right leg, feel your bones shatter like glass, you muscles torn to shreds.
The figure slings its’ rifle and steps close to you. Metal hands calmly remove your belt and use it to make a tourniquet about your leg, stemming the imminent flow of blood. It looks you in the face, and you begin to flinch at the metal skull grinning back at you.
“Find my sister. Set her free. Or I will continue to make your mortal life hell.”
Kamas the Technomancer places a small metal scarab in your hip pocket.
“When you awaken, so will this. It will give you everything I know of her condition and location.”
Time resumes.
The line of emerald fire fads, its thunderclap echo deafening at this short range. Your right leg gives out, throwing you to the ground. Kamas calmly reaches out, opens a door in the middle of the air, steps through it, and vanishes.
You pass out.