Around him Ryan noticed the thunderous sound of marine and STG fire dwindling to be replaced with brief screams and then an ever growing silence. The decrease in firepower and troops alike did little to deter Ryan's drive and courage, he sat poised behind his LMG, continuously throwing rounds down the ever shortening battlefield, it didn't last long as the whistle of the empty chamber signified the last of the ammunition, he felt down to his belt kit and could only feel the one mag remaining. He hammered the clip in swiftly and mounted the LMG on the tripod before bringing his shotgun into the shoulder and loosing of a few cartridges.
A hail of blue plasma flew in his direction, colliding with the surrounding walls of his make shift gun pit as he dived into cover. Remaining on his stomach he leopard crawled over to his fallen comrades and checked them for ammo he could use to bolster the LMG's hastily depleting supply, he found no such luck however and took a look over his shoulder to see yet more plasma flying in trying to pinpoint the heavy weapon cutting through the machines ranks. Though his gun thundered and whirred as it moved on its bipod selecting targets matching the parameters set on Ryan's HUD, the machines carried on unrelenting, and Ryan found himself now to be the only person left at the very front. It was then that a thought struck him, The Charge!, He pulled the detonator from his belt kit and crawled as fast as he could toward the safe zone.
He edged forward on his stomach quickly sliding through the masses of spent cases, rubble and pools of blood, behind him the smooth sound of machinery approaching grew louder. Glancing over his shoulder he could see the gently blip of the 'Armed' light displaying on the explosive charge, it was distant but not distant enough. Rolling behind another damaged wall he rose as high as he dared to in order to move as quickly as possible toward the safe zone, it seemed he was alittle to high as another blast of plasma flew his way taking out a piece of wall just behind him and throwing the broken shards of debris toward him, the wall crumbled on top of him and screamed out as the weight pinned him down at the legs. Managing to roll over onto his back he saw the culprit advancing on him, he brought his shotgun up and fired two rounds into the machines left leg, the circuitry fizzed and whined but held as the machine covered the last of the ground and towering over him, Ryan threw his aim up in let loose three accurate blasts that completely deformed the bots head as the circuitry blew sending the bot toppling backwards, the chassis proved a little more cover at least. Three more bots approached the trapped Ryan and turned their weapons on to him and priming them, Ryan threw his shotgun at the first and watched it bounce helplessly off its solid body, He opened his comm channel.
"Hope this buys you guys some time, see you on the other side. Havoc out" He raised his left hand and gave the three bringers of death the finger before raising his right hand, flicking open the trigger guard on the detonator and squeezing the trigger.
The resulting explosion was bigger than one might have thought given the size of the actual explosive itself, it had sent the three bots well clear of Ryan's now stagnant body, which lay beneath layers of rubble which, as he had hoped, had cut off any access from the advancing machines to the safe zone.
Total darkness was all that surrounded Ryan. So this is death? thought it would look more interesting to be honest? His thoughts comforted him, if he could think then he couldn't be dead, right?
He tried bringing up his HUD but it just whirred gently in his ears, it finally flicked into life, the screen pulsing and juddering which was no doubt a by product of the impact the suit had suffered. He tried moving his toes, all good. His fingers, all good. His legs, no good. He found some lee way in his arms and tried to wriggle them free, it was useless, the rubble was positioned too awkwardly and weighed to much for him do anything of any real use.
His HUD finally finished booting and he attempted to open his comm channel only to find that his mic had been damaged to badly to be of any help,He then remembered the emergency protocol program and opened it.
Activate Emergency Protocol ----- Initializing Emergency Protocol ----- Oxygen Levels low: Activating Emergency Oxygen ----- Vital Signs: Good -------- Opening SOS options ------ Activate ETS ------ Electronic Tracking System Active ----- Send SOS Ping ----- Ping sent... Warning: Power Low
The ETS brought up a flashing beacon on the radar of the emergency response squad who monitored their screens religiously in case of situations such as these, this was a last resort though as they probably wouldn't make it in time, his Ping however, would alert his squad to his suits presence by momentarily flooding their HUD's flashing alerts providing them with his Suits ID and his current Physical and mental status, once they had clicked this they could pinpoint his location on their map, accurate to within five feet.
Ryan sat silently, he knew better than to panic, that just wasted precious energy and oxygen and would only make things worse, instead, he thought of his squad and hoped his actions had bought them enough time to get the wounded out and receive the reinforcements.
He also hoped he wouldn't be stuck down here for too long, there was only so much oxygen in his tank after all.