Val was not pleased. She didn't show it while she was in the dropship, nor she show it when she hit the ground again for the fourth-something time. The matter of the fact was that she was far from pleased- she was absolutely furious.
In Val's previous lives (it's the future, so people die a lot) she outright died, only to be resurrected and die again. At first, she didn't mind being killed, after all, the medic was usually targeted first with a burning passion that Val didn't quite understand, but accepted regardless. So no, it wasn't because of personal loss of life. It was all because of this moronic buffoon called Hank who seemingly can't target an orbital over a 10 meter tall giant monster even when it was standing in his face.
Somehow, by chance of luck (Val called it sheer stupidity), Hank managed to send the orbital directly on top of her. For several uncontrollable seconds, Val was bombarded with explosives designed for brutally pounding into planetoid bodies to reach the mineral-rich deposits found within. For seconds that felt like hours, the medic was left helpless to the onslaught by being knocked back and forth like a broken-winged bird that had gotten caught by a rather sadistic cat. Oh, and she didn't die of course (because obviously, it's the future), because the bombs only wanted to be noticed.
Val didn't care too much for the lore reasons, but she found it quite creative that Hank thought of improvising the orbital device in the way that he had- not that she'd ever let him know it. The only thing she didn't find creative however was the very fact that he had used the damn thing on herself.
It didn't take long for her to find her team again, the sight of red status bars greeting her HUD. Val groaned to herself as she pulled out the magic healsies beam gun thingy that qualified as a medical first-aid. As soon as she saw the tiny dots in the distance that were her team, she activated the tissue regrowth thingamabob on her genermodulator-thafuckdo and made Lazarus's signature catch phrase come to life.
"Healing is possible!" She sayd in a man's voice, except it was her lips moving.
She watched as the green beam of her med-gun connected to the bar just above the head of her target and began the healing process. Val ran as she healed, the staple of a good medic at work. And she bunny hopped while she did it too. The mark of a true professional at work.
When she got close enough, she saw it. That disgusting thing. An abomination that must be cleaned from the earth, so help her sanity. It was the reason for her earlier demise and the very base of her existence: Hank's Beard.
Just as Val finished healing her current target, Markov, she decisively skipped hank and moved onto the tracker member of her team. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Hank eye her curiously.
But that beard. By the gods it was staring at her backside, she could feel it doing so. She wanted to set the horrendous thing on fire, but Val damn well knew that wouldn't pass. Friendly-fire hasn't been put into the game yet… perhaps it never will.
It was many seconds later that the team of hunters finally caught sight of the monster again. They were actually getting worried that they wouldn't see the creature again before it evolved to stage 2, but luckily their tracker's satellite scanner went off cooldown in that moment so they were able to gain a clue as to where the monster went.
"Meeewwwww!"
It was as unexpected as it was unsolicited. There in the corner, hiding in the bushes was the monster's outline. The beast was sitting there the whole time, for how long? No one knew.
"Mmmmeeeeeeeooowww!" The creature growled again.