Journal Entry: Sat May 18, 2013, 4:04 PM
Launching Windows session...
I was my Skirmisher form along side some other Kig-Yar types and we were fighting human troopers, though I couldn't see any from my dream's camera angle. After a while this Jackal marksman and I were holed up on a destroyed building's top zone and we were supposedly in good cover. We began talking about something (I don't remember) and when all of a sudden there was the sound of a sniper rifle going off. I searched myself and found no entry or exit wound, and that when I looked at my partner-he had a gash going from one side of his head to the other; it didn't look like a human weapon had done it, more like the old generation Beam Rifle's handiwork. My partner was starting to collapse after he realized he had actually been shot, and I rushed over to prevent him from falling over. Slumping in my arms I tried to comfort him as his eyes began to cloud and he began to grow weak by the second. He began to whimper something and I remember him saying, "I'm a good sniper...but...they are...better...", and he went limp and passed away in my arms. I held him there staring, not sure what to say for a few minutes; it may have been shell shock I feeling, I didn't want to believe my friend was dead, but I had to accept the reality of it. The dream camera angle panned to my face as I looked up away from his deaden features and in the direction of where the beam shot had come from. I had a hunch I knew WHAT had made a shot like that; grabbing my plasma pistol and focus rifle, I set out to put an end to the "human" freak that had killed my friend. Then I woke up. Thoughts? Anything?
Ending Windows Session...
Watching: The inside of my \