Daylight seeped in through the slitlike opening. The pale ray shone right into her left eye. Irritating, goading her attention. In these surroundings, singular. It shouldn't be here... A surge of adrenaline amplified by combat drugs pumped in by the medical module finally got its way. Her coming to was like a dip into a pot of boiling water. A wave of pain washed over her, lingering a mere second before the system identified the threat and provided another dose of painkillers. The haze of unconsciousness finally dispersed, leaving her in a world where the sound of alarm and red flashes of damage icons mingled into one. She was out for some 7 seconds. An eternity, considering the situation. It was a miracle she was still breathing. The light of day, the beam irking her pupil... A singular thing, an impossibility in the hermetic shell of a heavy exoskeleton. The realization came with a sullen smile. Perforation of primary armor, bursting of the anti-shrapnel padding, directly opposite of her face at that. There was a taste of blood in her mouth, but nothing else. The biomonitor showed no major injuries. She lucked out. 15 seconds after the hit. Systems on-line, weapons on-line... Time to get back in the fight. The battle is far from over. Lt. Bonnie "Ginger" Barlett, Heavy Exos Pilot, Black Stone Commandos