It was warm and comfy in the bed of which she awoke from. Already having gotten out of bed, she looks around to admire the same old walls of which she had already spent quite some time being surrounded by. Humans had no eye for pragmatism, and as such, it was not a very practical home, but it was... cozy. Despite the difference in size it did not feel as claustrophobic as the stone rooms she was used to. Not that it really mattered for a cave-dwelling species. It was a simple home, for a simple human.
She walked down the stairs, which creaked even when weighed down by progeny footsteps. By contrast, the house was quiet. Figures, as she had woken up earlier than the rest. She goes to pull open the large, human door which leads to outside. The sky was tinged in an orange-blue gradient, as the sun had barely started climbing over the horizon. The brief chill of dawn rushes past her, as she walks out, gently closing the door.
She snaps back into focus. It was warm. The sun singed the sand dunes with its radiating warmth. She adjusts the eyepatch covering her left eye, looking ahead of her. Only a little more to go until she is there. She looks down at her rifle, which she is carrying pointed to the side. Gently tilting it, she chambers the rifle to make sure the barrel has not gathered sand while she was distracted. It hadn't. She continues to walk up the sand dunes until she reaches the top. She now had a clear view of the camp. It was quite hectic down there, with people rushing around to keep the camp operational. Logistics, drills, and patrols. The sound of the intensity going down at the camp was audible even from the hill of which she stood on. She waited, turning to look at the display coming from the device attached on her right arm. It was almost there.
Her mind drifted back to the moment of the cold air brushing against her cheeks as she ran up the streets. It was a comfortable cold. it embraced her, like a hug. The streets were almost empty, save a few humans who were working on the stalls, setting up for today’s work. It was a tranquil moment of quiet and peace.
Her daydreaming is abruptly ended when the first round hits the shield dome, crackling with a green energy as the supersonic projectile hit it with incredible force. The green energy carried over to the blue shield as it slowly disintegrated, falling apart as if it was made of the very sand it stood on. The sound intensifies as the camp is now in a state of chaos and panic, trying to mobilize. She looks back at the display. "3... 2.. 1...", Impact. A violent glow of fire...and silence. Only when the warmth of the explosive shockwave rushes past her does the loud, booming sound interrupt it, choking out all other sound. She takes off her left glove and puts the hand on her cheek. The warmth that had just crossed her cheek was not one of comfort, but rather, a radiating heat, making the desert sun pale in comparison. She looks back at her display, as she pushes the send button.