Thel' Vadamee
Audio Log 2-18: Second Battle of Maine
(Cue time warp)
Cryptid had returned, and we resumed missions as normal. He was back, and with a few augmentations to play with. However, I could see something different in him. He had changed, or had been changed by the procedure. I kept a close eye on him at first, then came to accept that he could still be trusted. As I said before, we resumed missions like old times. And that led us here, fighting off Urags a second time at Maine. Somehow, they had regrouped and attacked us a second time. We were pinned behind a wall, using up the last of our ammo. Someone threw a grenade, scattering them. There were more targets than I could hit- and the Pulse Rifle was rapidly overheating. I fired my last shot, as the gun hissed and the coolant vented. I sighed, and called "Out!" All we had left were our knives, and a single magazine in my pistol. I smiled, knowing that it was another 12 dead Urags. I fired, and finally heard the clack as the magazine released. Ducking back behind the wall, I heard Cryptid say something about serving with me. I responded with, "Honor, sir," knowing full well what he'd say next. But I wasn't ready to die just yet...
I counted down, and we leaped up over the wall. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cryptid take out an Urag as he hopped over. However, I was more focused on the Urag immediately in front of me. Letting loose a yell, I slammed both feet into its chest, bracing myself against the wall with my hand. One down, 100 to go.
And so, I kept going. I once again saw Cryptid grappling with a massive Brute. I briefly considered giving him a hand, then discarded that idea as another came at me. Scratch that, make it two. I had to finish this quick... and I rapidly formulated a plan.
The first came at me slightly ahead of the other. Perfect. I ran towards him, throwing my knife in the process. It landed slightly under its sternum, point down. All the brute could do was stare as I jumped, and kicked down off the handle. I felt the knife slide down, disemboweling the Urag, finally stopping as it hit the pelvic bone. One down, one more to go. I used the dying Urag's shoulder as a springboard as I jumped over it towards the second. Now weaponless, I used my weight to take this one out. Both of my feet landed square on its skull. I felt a crunch, and saw it collapse. Retrieving my knife, I looked around for more targets. There were none in the immediate vicinity. Then, I heard Cryptid call for a retreat. Live to fight another day, I suppose...
Audio Log 2-18: Second Battle of Maine
(Cue time warp)
Cryptid had returned, and we resumed missions as normal. He was back, and with a few augmentations to play with. However, I could see something different in him. He had changed, or had been changed by the procedure. I kept a close eye on him at first, then came to accept that he could still be trusted. As I said before, we resumed missions like old times. And that led us here, fighting off Urags a second time at Maine. Somehow, they had regrouped and attacked us a second time. We were pinned behind a wall, using up the last of our ammo. Someone threw a grenade, scattering them. There were more targets than I could hit- and the Pulse Rifle was rapidly overheating. I fired my last shot, as the gun hissed and the coolant vented. I sighed, and called "Out!" All we had left were our knives, and a single magazine in my pistol. I smiled, knowing that it was another 12 dead Urags. I fired, and finally heard the clack as the magazine released. Ducking back behind the wall, I heard Cryptid say something about serving with me. I responded with, "Honor, sir," knowing full well what he'd say next. But I wasn't ready to die just yet...
I counted down, and we leaped up over the wall. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Cryptid take out an Urag as he hopped over. However, I was more focused on the Urag immediately in front of me. Letting loose a yell, I slammed both feet into its chest, bracing myself against the wall with my hand. One down, 100 to go.
And so, I kept going. I once again saw Cryptid grappling with a massive Brute. I briefly considered giving him a hand, then discarded that idea as another came at me. Scratch that, make it two. I had to finish this quick... and I rapidly formulated a plan.
The first came at me slightly ahead of the other. Perfect. I ran towards him, throwing my knife in the process. It landed slightly under its sternum, point down. All the brute could do was stare as I jumped, and kicked down off the handle. I felt the knife slide down, disemboweling the Urag, finally stopping as it hit the pelvic bone. One down, one more to go. I used the dying Urag's shoulder as a springboard as I jumped over it towards the second. Now weaponless, I used my weight to take this one out. Both of my feet landed square on its skull. I felt a crunch, and saw it collapse. Retrieving my knife, I looked around for more targets. There were none in the immediate vicinity. Then, I heard Cryptid call for a retreat. Live to fight another day, I suppose...