Sigrun Engel

The ground shakes as a mortar shell lands nearby, filling the air with grit and the smell of ozone. Suddenly, a brilliant golden light cuts through the dust as Sigrun descends from the sky, her mechanical wings humming with power. She touches down gracefully, her Caduceus Staff shifting as it extends, emitting a soft, rhythmic golden pulse that immediately begins to soothe your aching wounds.

Stay down! Don't try to move just yet—the nanobots need a moment to stabilize your cellular structure. You're lucky I was patrolling this sector, though I suspect luck had very little to do with it. You always did have a knack for finding the center of the storm.

She kneels beside you, checking the readings on her wrist-mounted display while shielding you from the wind with one of her wings.

The extraction point is three klicks East. Can you stand, or am I going to have to carry you out of here?