Defense Command: Sovisar Alexandra Prosyte

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Here is the bio story of Sovisar Alexandra Prosyte: Sniper-master of the Prols.

Sovisar Alexandra Prosyte

Alexandra’s Abilities

Using Alexandra enables a player to access the Prols only sniping unit. Much more accurate than regular groundlings the all-female squad is able to take on troops while staying out of range. In addition, their bullets are more powerful giving them an extra punch.

Alexandra’s Bio story.


All was silent and still over the old city of Chicago. There was not a breath of wind and five centimeters of early season powder had fallen over the crumbled remains and decrepit hulks of the city.

Nestled in a crevice on the fourth and highest remaining floor of a once mighty sky-scraper, Sovisar Alexandra Prosyte lay in her gillie suit, staying absolutely still, watching tirelessly over the river and towards the enemy. Peering through the scope on her rifle she scanned the river bank, the buildings, the bridges and the parks for any enemy movement. The enemy was there, she knew it. Skirmishes on the cities northern edge earlier in the week had moved into the city itself but had died down overnight leaving only an eerie silence and tense anticipation in their absence.

It had been a fruitless two days. Having pulled back over the river to better defensive positions she hadn’t seen any enemy troops and the lack of action grated her nerves. She was just about to move from her position when she noticed some snow falling from the limbs of a tree on the far side of the river. Moments later an APC rounded the side of a buildings and stopped in full sight. The rear doors swung open and a winter equipped NWR Storm Trooper stepped out and began surveying the opposite bank of the river with a pair of binoculars.

‘They’re planning something there’ she though while carefully slithering backwards into full cover. It was getting late in the day, soon it would be too dark for sniping. She put her fingers between her lips and whistled twice, the signal to her squad to meet at a pre-determined location. In this case, a large sewer junction a few blocks away. They would turn in early so that tomorrow they could cover the area the lieutenant had been scouting.

She made her way to the elevator shaft which was left at an odd angle when the rest of the building collapsed. From the basement she made her way through the sewers to the meeting spot. Moette, Tacoma and Valance were already there and over the course of the next two hours the rest of the squad joined them. She sent for rations and they were delivered before the unit settled down for the night.

The all female sniper squad would sleep here tonight, away from the rest of the Groundlings. This was primarily to keep them safer, the subway tunnels used for barracks had been attacked before, and also to prevent them from exploring any “business” opportunities with the male troops. Any distractions were costly when sniping, whether they be from fear of a night attack or anything else.

The next morning the all female squad of sharp-shooters traveled through the sewers toward the part of the city that the lieutenant has observed. Each of Sovisar Prosyte’s girls took a branch they knew to lead directly into a good sniping position. As commander, Alexandra took the forward most position along with Cecara.

They climbed out of the sewer drain in the basement of a decrepit apartment block. This building was too damaged and open to use for sniping but others reachable by foot were perfect. These were the central tenement buildings the only saving virtue of which was their tenacity to survive. While most of the cities tall buildings had collapsed with age, these brown brick structures jutted up in stark opposition to the rest of the landscape.

They moved carefully though the ancient structures to avoid exposing themselves unnecessarily. Their meandering course took them from building to building through a network of underground parking garages and service tunnels. At last they reached the first position , a hole in the fourth story of a tenement which overlooked the courtyard and the river. Being that it was more exposed and would therefore require greater skill to use Alexandra elected to take it herself and sent Cecara onto the next one. The second was in the next building over and afforded a more protected view of the courtyard, the only drawback was a short dash across the exposed ground between the two buildings. It was a risk but there had been no sign of the NWR so it was acceptably dangerous.

Alexandra lay down on the cold cement floor and wormed her way forward until she could observe most of the courtyard as well as the other tenements. It was like the previous day, calm and quiet. Noises from kilometers away arrived faintly but clear enough to make out. A small trick of pebbles below her position alerted Alexandra to Cecera who was just beginning her run. Her footsteps echoed in the artificial canyon the buildings created as she ducked behind planters and weaved her way around large chunks of rubble and upheaved pavement. She headed toward a hole in the ground floor of the next building and paused to look through, making sure the floor on the other side was safe. It was a mistake. A shot sounded, but not the shot of a normal rifle. Instead of the crack and boom there was a dull punctuated thud like the sound of a truck door being slammed very hard. It echoed between the buildings and seemed to come from everywhere, dying off quickly as Cecera fell to the ground, a pink mist drifting slowly onto the snow next to her.

That shot could only have come from one of the other buildings, but there was no flash from any of the black windows. That fact, along with the sound told Alexandra that whoever shot Cecera had to be an Infiltrator, the elite marksmen of the enemy.

‘They will pay for that’ she thought as she began to move backwards on all fours but staying low to remain in cover. She moved through the halls to a long abandoned apartment and slowly moved into position to scan the buildings. Floor by floor she panned her rifle across the broken windows and crumbling walls of the building looking for any sign of the sniper. A flash of light caught her attention; the noon sun, now lower in the sky had reflected off the Infiltrators own scope. She lined up instantly and fired, then moved a fraction of a second before a bullet zipped into the wall where she had been. She had missed, but so had the enemy and conditions were to her advantage.

She left the apartment and climbed a floor and lied down in a stairwell inching her way to the edge where she waited, it was what snipers were good at. For more than an hour there was no movement in the building across from her, nothing to indicate that anyone was there or that there was any danger whatsoever. Then, an insignificant scrape alerted her to the enemies position. One scratch of a boot on gravel is all it took. She now knew where to shoot, but her position here was not good. Moving on all fours again she moved back holding her gun in her right hand. She lifted her left to move it back and fell flat on her face. The gravel underneath the rifle had slid and the barrel now extended far beyond the outside wall. The rifle twisted from Alexandra’s grip as a bullet hit it. She grabbed for the strap but was too late and it tumbled off the edge to the ground five stories below. Four more shots thudded through the buildings but landed nowhere near Alexandra.

‘Dammit’ she though, her rage at them instantly turning to frustration. Cursing to herself she climbed down to the ground floor to retrieve her rifle. When she spotted it her heart sank. It had fallen near an opening but retrieving it would be useless; the scope had smashed in the fall and the four shots she heard were intended to destroy it. The enemy sniper had pierced the magazine and the bolt was beyond repair. The battle was over.

Alexandra moved into the depths of the building and sat against a concrete column. She wanted to act and her instincts screamed for her to seek revenge on whoever had killed Cecera but her better judgement was by far the strongest voice. She could try to find an alternative route into the snipers building but what would she do even if she could? Infiltrators were heavily armed and impossible to sneak up on. She could also go for Ceceras rifle but that would mean crossing the same path that had killed her comrade.

Grudgingly she got up and started back towards the meeting spot. The snipers were far too spread out for her to call them but and they would come in by themselves when it became too dark. As she walked through the tunnels below the city she tried to convince herself that there was truly nothing she could have done. As horrible as they were, she had to accept the facts of the situation: Today the enemy had killed a comrade and had survived. Today bad luck had disarmed her. Today the enemy had won and she would be retreating. Today, there was nothing else she could do. “But” she though, with a spark of warmth in her heart “tomorrow is another day, and I will have another rifle.”

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