They are coming, we can fight
They are coming.

They won't stop no matter how bullets we throw at them.
My men yell as a grenade flies over us,
A cloud of dust envelopes us, just what I need.
I blow right through the smoke and aim at the nearest Brute.
Guts and blood fly everywhere and the attention is driven at me,
Crap, I thought as I ran backwards for cover, firing as I went.
My men see me in trouble and I tell them to go to at least find some better cover but a few stayed behind,
The others were reluctant at first but left as ordered and hurried to the undergrowth.
Orders are orders, no matter what;I wanted them safe for now.
With their movement it caught the Brutes eyes,
I tossed two plasma grenades and got their attention.
They fire and we return the favor.
As I continued to fire, memories of old flash through my brain.

I remember the times when nothing was really screwed up, that a lot of things were more carefree
A few of my friends' faces come through my my mind as well.
I'll fight for them, I thought, I'll fight for them and keep them safe.
Even though I thought I was going to die, I knew one thing that my marines were safe now

Static buzzed in my ear where my COM piece was, I fire once more and hid behind some cover to reload.
It was my AI, Lyx.
"Will? Will are you there?" she called.
"Yes I am, Lyx," I reply as calmly as I could, blind firing every now and then.
"I would just like you to know that one of our Pelicans is en route to your location. Do you need any assistance?"
"Yes," I yelled into the mic, "Hurry they're closing in too fast. We can't repel them."
Two of the marines looked at me. "Do you think they'll be here soon?" asks one.
"Yes," I replied with certainty.
They will make it here and they WILL help us.
In the undergrowth, the others fire in short bursts to keep the Brutes from overwhelming us.

Finally the sound of a Pelican comes off and rounds pierce the Brutes.
We are safe.