"Get those ODST's out of here! I've got it covered. Go!" I shout to the remnant of my squad who lingers behind me. "Jackson..." Parkson pleads. "Just go!" I roar, firing off at the Covenant soldiers, keeping them at bay. 211 is down, Parkson is bleeding. There is more then one life on the line. And I need to make sure they get back to safety. Save one life and lose hundreds? Or sacrifice one life and save just as much?
I don't turn as the Pelican lands, thudding roughly onto the battle-scarred cement. I only pay attention to the looming threat of the Covenant soldiers pressing closer and closer with each growing minute. They're getting testy, testing our barricades and daring closer then ever before.
Plasma bullets tear across the gap and pelt my armor, melting it in different places. My shields are down and I am bleeding in more then one place. Most of the places severe bleeding takes place. A bad plasma burn rips at my skin, just beneath the ribs. I ignore the screaming pain and keep the soldiers at bay. "Jackson, come on!" Parkson yells at me.
I fire as I run, vaulting over cover and around corpses.
Just as I reach the Pelican a leathery arm sticks out and I slam straight into it. The active camo sheath flickers and dies as I slam into the ground, the grinning Elite looming over me in victory. "No!" Parkson roars in anguish as the Pelican takes off. He tries to fight, but he would have died trying. There is too many Covenant Soldiers homing in on this this area. They got out just in time. But I am glad that he didn't come back, because I don't want more then one Spartan to die today.
I get my feet under me and shove the Elite off, but not before his energy sword slices across my robotic arm, severing it from its socket.
I growl in annoyance and slam my weight against him, fleeing towards one of the nearest buildings.
Plasma rounds tear across my chest and back, tearing searing holes into my flesh.
A roar comes from ahead and I spot a Hunter blocking my path. I roll aside, but the hunter is too fast.
The shield comes down and slams into my chest. I am sent flying into the building. My helmet slams into the wall and I hear the crack as my HUD dies and a giant crack forms on the right side of my helmet. Unfiltered Day light streams in through the crack as I stumble into the building, past shattered windows, holding my arm over my abdomen as it continues to bleed.
Blood streams over my right eye from a head-wound. I had lost vision in my right eye. It had gone blind from an earlier hit.
I stumble and fall but pull myself back up, dragging myself up against a wall and leaning my head against the metal. I can't feel my legs. But I can see the damage. Both legs had reached their limit. If I survived this I would have to get my legs amputated. They would never work again.
I take in a sharp breath as a pang of agony tears up my side from one of the many wounds. My heart throbs in time with my pain as the adrenaline begins to fade.
"Spec...send out a distress beacon," I say to my AI. But when he doesn't respond and I know what had happened.
I take out his chip and find it crushed, plasma having killed it. I throw the chip and rest my head against the wall, shutting my eyes and slowing my breath.
"I guess this is it," I mutter to no one.
Memories flood into my mind...memories of people i'll never see again.
"You finally got your victory, Commander," I say with a chuckle which conjures up blood that floods my mouth and drains out onto my chin.
I grabs the extra set of dogtags that hang from my neck, studying them. My eyes grow heavy and i grow tired. Just a little rest...
As I open my eyes...I see Shania. Someone who had died a long time ago. "Come on, Jackson. We're waiting," He says with a grin. Kia stands next to him, hand on her hip.
With a grin, I stand up and leave with my friends.