"To all unsc forces, enemy contact iminant. Brace for hostile contact." Came over the battlenet. Her hands were shaking again, and she hit her hands on her metal thighs. It was getting worse.
"All units, this is Lieutenant Nivka. To arms and to positions. Brace for Mass driver fire." She called over coms.
She was in her MK9, and going around, checking positions. All was well. The tanks had been dug in a while ago, and the hogs were moving as ordered.
She moved to her position, and listened to coms. Targets were being called, and as she listened, the Mass driver swung about. She could feel as massive amounts of magnetic force began building.
It slowly maneuvered about, and then with a discharge of magnetic forces, fired. It was a sight, to be sure. Also, it was extremely uncomfortable for her. Even through the mech, she felt it pulling on her limbs.
As they waited, the driver fired once more, before they saw- "SDV CLASS INBOUND BRACE BRACE BRACE!" She yelled over coms.
Everyone scrambled as plasma began raining down as the giant corvette began flying towards, then over them.
She staggered, getting hit by one of the plasma blasts from the corvette. Her shields dropped, and her armor began to heat. The next thing she knew, she felt a gigantic impact against her back.
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She was in free fall, before slamming against the front of the mech. Her helmet saved her from crushing her skull, but her bell was rung, and it kept ringing.
Following instincts honed through training, with one hand, she reached for her M7. With the other. She pulled the emergency release.
The hatch began to swing open, but got jammed. She punched it repeatedly, eventually getting it open. She scrambled out, then fell onto the dirt. She shook her head, and looked at her mech.
The legs were crushed, and the back was dented heavily. One of its arms was missing and it was laying on its side. It was on fire, an-
A green bolt of plasma struck by her head, and she scrambled again to her feat, looking around. She heard gunfire, plasma. Screams and roars and-
A grunt turned the corner from her wrecked mech, and jumped up into the air when it saw her. It began to raise its plasma pistol, but she one armed the SMG, and fired.
She stitched the 5.7mm rounds up the grunts carapace, eventually hitting its head. It flopped to the ground, dead. Her hands were shaking again.
"FuckfuckfucKFUCK!" She yelled as another grunt rounded the corner, gun raised. It fired wildly, and she returned fire. It dropped, and she decided to get the fuck out of there.
She heard gunfire on the perimeter, and the occasional twin booms of the Grizzlies making a point. She saw a hog slide in front of her, it's gunner spraying bullets, then it drove away.
She cursed, and hunched down, running to the sound of the grizzly. She ran for her life, spraying occasionally at a jackle from behind, causing it to collapse from its shredded legs. This was chaos!
They had dropped pods and she heard phantoms in the air. Had the fucking corvette dropped a fucking sink too?!? God damn it!
Her magazine ran dry, and she holstered her smile, pulling her magnum. She popped a shot at a grunt, hitting it in the arm, and it dropped its pistol. Fuckfuckfuck...
She eventually got to the grizzly. It had a squad around it, and she waved over to them. "COVER ME, IM APROACHING!" She called out.
She saw some trasers lance out from the squads MG, and began her dash. Before she made it, a blue bolt of plasma struck her in the helmet. She screamed in abject agony and stumbled. She fell and slid the last few feet to the squad.
She heard a roar, then a screech of agony. Or was that her? She didn't know. She ripped her molten helmet off and flung it away. She began rolling, screaming as her melted flesh began dripping off her face. Someone grabbed her and drug her back.
She passed out.
