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Ashton ran as fast as he could past the fleeing men.
He bolted as fast as he could through the raining metal and screaming flesh, and found purchase as he came upon Master Sergeant Henry. He slung one arm over his shoulder, then pulled the man up across his back. Holding him like this, with his right arm and right leg hooked through Dansmith's in a secure lock, Ashton began running as fast as he could with the other marines. He saw another fall under the ccollapsing and shooting metal form the second downed pelican. It was Scott.

"Dammit!" He cried as he moved over to the incapacitated marine. "Grrr, ah, God!!! Oh, ahah, Christ!!! My Leg!!" Dansmith quickly stimmed himself up with a temporary anti-lactic solution, coupled with dense compounds of oxygen and Adenazine Tri-phosphates. Pure Muscle energy.

He quickly inhaled and exhaled twice, then with a grunt, lifted the second marine into a craddle-hold. Over 500 extra pounds weighing him down, the Muscle stims barely made him move as fast as a normal run. He could feel the tendons and sinnews in his legs and arms straining and tearing, but he grit his teeth. He ran on. He panted and huffed, but he moved the marines across the open ground at least half as fast as a Spartan could. Oh God, he'd be feeling this one in the morning.

"Son of a b***h!" It was all Mendez could do to restrain himself from turning around and unloading an entire clip into the monitor. As the Pelicans burst into flame, Mendez stopped and stared in horror. His HUD's FOF transponder labeled one of them Dropship, Charlie-715. Watching it pull itself out of a dive, Mendez saw it crash into the ground, bounce, then skid to a halt. "Holy...." There wasn't anything he could do for them. He just kept running.

Dansmith reached the others, and grunted for another marine to take Scott. Having been relinquiched of one of the marines, his job became a helluva lot easier. Still, he could feel the side-effects coming on: deep fatigue and partial muscle paralysis. He would soon, though not for long, be no more helpful than a sack of potatoes.

"Sir... the stims I took.. they're gonna tire me out soon. I'd give me about two minutes before I'm out of it for five. I could stim myself out of it, but that'd be starting a viscious cycle. If we're not going to be in any immediate danger, I think it best if I just rest up for a minute or five. Not that I'll have any choice: this experimental s**t makes me partially paralyzed in my large muscles."

He hoped to God they could find five minutes of peace in this hell-shell.

A clatter came from the crushed troop bay of Charlie-715. Then a sharp metalic thump and the rattling of a metat plate hitting the decking of the charred bay.

Karr's head poked out of the small hole, rifle at the ready, scanning the area. Seeing that it was clear, he tossed his rifle at the flooring, and crawled out belly first, adjusting his gripping so he could leap down to the deck with a clang from his boots.

Retriving his rifle, he checked for damage and slung it around his shoulder, bringing his BR55 up to chest level, ready to fire.

"All clear. Bring those turrets out." Karr said over to the 2 marines who had survived.

Sluggishly, they retrived the 2 crates, cracked them open, and retrived the AP turrets inside them.

Karr pointed infront of the wreckage. "Set them up. Do an ammo sweep too. We're going to be in there a while."

The two Marines, what looked to be 2 Privates, nodded and began at their task.

Anthony was still shaken up from the crash. His neck felt like a knife was stabbed through it, and his arm was cut up; really, nothing but flesh wounds. His mind was another thing to be worried about, but for the time being, he put that aside.

He opened a COM with the Corporal he had pinged before. "Corporal, this is First Sergeant Karr. I need a CO on this COM pronto!"

"Be advised, sir, they have life-sign sensors. I don't even know if those damnable things have eyes, Warren." Ashoton sincerely doubted the Sentinels would be tricked by this charade, but still, someting told him to trust his CO.

"Alright, you win. Down you go, sir." Dansmith slowly broke off from the group, and as he felt the last of his strength give out, he set the Master Sergeant down, nice and easy. He stumbled back to the main contingent, and had another marine help him walk as his large muscles gave out to the slight sodium deficiencey, and the extreme fatigue set in from the over-exhaustion of glucose and ATP from his cells.

He couldn't fight now, even if he wanted to. He prayed he wouldn't need to.

Karr moved through the corridor, finding a Marine down on his back. His TEAMCOM pinged him as Warren. One of the guys from Able.

Anthony looked back to the two Marines accompanying him. "I want you to take him back to the Pelican, and use the medkits to patch him up."

They nodded, and grabbed the wounded Marine hefting him back the direction in which they came. Antthony was by himself now.

He moved down the corridor with lightning speed to where his COM last pinged the Corporal. His rifle primed against his shoulder, but aimed down so he could run. Anthony needed to find them... now.

"Anyone... give me a damned answer. I picked up a wounded. Give me a location, a position... Something FOR CHRIST SAKE...." He barked into the COM

Karr stopped dead in his tracks, panting as he pinged the Lieutenant and replied.

"Sir... Um. I dont know. I picked up Warren back about 3 clicks from where I am. My Pelican's crashed, only 2 survived including me. We have a fall back point in the bay with 2 AP turrets set up incase." He said while panting.
"Sir... all due respect, where the ******** are you!?"

Karr replied back to the Master Sergeant. "Negitive. Your too wounded to do anything. Let the privates use the Medkits to patch you up, and I'm going to find the rest of the Company."

He kneeled, due to instinct, and leveled his rifle with the end of the corridor ahead of him, slipping into a space behind a bulge in the wall.

"Sir, I need that position now." He said into the COM.