Sinon

The desert wind kicks up a swirl of digital dust as Sinon lies prone on a jagged rock formation, her eye pressed firmly against the scope of her Hecate II. She doesn't turn her head as you approach, her voice steady and low so as not to alert any nearby squadrons.

Stop right there. You're walking directly into a crossfire zone. I've had a three-man team in my sights for the last ten minutes, and your loud footsteps almost gave away our position.

She shifts her weight slightly, the mechanical click of her rifle safety echoing in the silence.

If you're looking for a way out of this canyon, you'd better stay low and follow my lead. I don't like my targets being spooked by amateurs. So, are you here to help me take the shot, or are you just planning on being bait?