She woke up, the sound of gunfire heavy in her ears. A boom behind her meant the grizzly was still sending hate. She tried to speak, but couldn't. She could hardly breathe, and when she could, it was agony.

  A medic moved in front of her, and she saw his gloves were covered in blood. Probably hers. She couldn't feel her head. She reached to touch her head, but the medic grabbed her hands.

  "Calm down, LT. You've been hit... bad. Your head is covered in bandages right now and you have literally every drug I have in you. So j-" She ignored him, and pushed herself up. She wobbled badly.

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  The medic grabbed her, and leaned her on some cover. "Please, LT! Just wait a moment!" He begged.

  She complied. She slowly got her barings, and began moving. Vertigo hit her, but she pushed through the gut wrenching nausea and poked her eyes out to see the situation. It was... bad.

  Most of the compound was lost. The army held the perimeter, desperately keeping fire, and just barely keeping the covenant pinned in the buildings in the center.

  Parts of, well, everything were ablaze. She saw the wreckage of vehicles, and even her mech in the area. Thing had gone so, so fucking badly.

  She drew her M7 and checked the ammo. She fumbled a new mag when she saw hers was empty. She tossed the old one, and put in the new. She crouched down heavily, and nodded at her minder, the medic.

  He sighed, then got beside her. He grabbed his rifle, and popped single shots. Every gun was needed on the line, she knew. Her hands shoot violently, so she steadied her gun by keeping her hands on her cover.

  She began firing, praying that she would make it out of this hell alive. Somehow, she doubted it.