Never one to shy away from showing off, Pandora surged across the battlefield, dispatching grunts, spectres and pilots alike with ease.
Dropping Stim for a quick burst of speed, she rushes headlong into the enemy flag room, only to be greeted by the taunting beep of two primed arc mines.
Normally this would be fatal, but Pandora's stim was still active and kept her from succumbing to the electrical pulses.

With no enemies in sight, Pandora smirked as she moved to grab the enemy flag, or at least tried to. Her steel-capped boots refused to budge, having been temporarily magnetized in the blast. They happily bonded to the metal flooring, still reeking of ozone.

Outside, the familiar crackle of orbital titanfall could be heard. Pandora sighed, hoping it was friendly.