Petty Officer 3rd Class Lola-095 was alert, ready for any hostile she encountered. She had seen a few Unggoy, or "Grunts", as they were called by the UNSC's own grunts, but not much else. Off in the far distance, she'd seen a green glow reflect off of one of the skyscraper's mirrored sides. Was it a Covenant with a fuel rod canon? Or something... larger?<br/><br/>Deciding she would let it go for now, the Petty Officer had continued toward the last known location of a friendly. Granted... that location had likely been updated quite a while ago. No telling if said friendly was alive or in the same place still.<br/><br/>The collapsed skyscraper she stood next to looked like a defeated serpent, its body partially collapsed in multiple places, its inhabitants likely dead. A destroyed hulk, still bathed in the dust of its own demise. As she rounded the corner of the wreckage, nothing caught her eye. No movement. Slowly, the tall woman continued on, her side to the destroyed building like a pup seeking the shelter of its mother. If that pup had a 7.62mm calibre semi-automatic rifle, could run 58 miles an hour, and was also 7 feet and 1 inch tall.<br/><br/>Suddenly, gunfire caught her eye, and the crack of a very familiar sound. A certain 7.62mm calibre semi-automatic rifle - the semi-automatic rifle of a designated marksman of the United Nations Space Command Navy - the rifle of a comrade, of a fellow human. And she ran, her powerful legs springing into action, her Mark V MJOLNIR armor accelerating her to speeds unthinkable to most humans. More and more gunfire was coming - she hoped she would get there in time.<br/><br/>Finally, it was over. Silence once more. Lola-095 slowed down, raising her M392 in a ready position. She was closer now. She could see the bodies of Covenant soldiers littering the streets. Then, she caught sight of an Unggoy running in terror. Smiling almost maniacally, she leveled her weapon and quickly fired off a shot, sending it into the side of his head and watching his body slump to the ground.<br/><br/>The CRACK of her firearm echoed in the street. She caught another Unggoy running, leveled her firearm, fired. That one screamed as it did. She wondered where the people who'd been shooting these Covenant were - why had they stopped, and why were the Unggoy running away if they were dead?<br/><br/>She decided to risk being a little more open in order to elicit a response. No use getting hit by friendly fire (though, Lola realized with some amusement, that would certainly make finding whoever was here much easier). Switching her helmet's mode, she let it stop filtering her voice, so that when she spoke, others around her could hear it.<br/><br/>"Anyone still alive here?" She shouted.