Rayux knew he had to stop the droids from advancing any further so the LZ wouldn't be lost for the incoming reinforcements. He saw clones drop left and right trying to stop the advance. One of the clones that had fallen was the sergeant who was in charge of the op. The losses were quickly amounting to a number that would put the whole operation in jeopardy, not having a commander now didn't help either. If no one stepped up and took charge there wouldn't be any clones here to greet the reinforcements. Rayux quickly looked around at his fellow troopers who were exchanging blows with the Separatists. Waiting to see if anyone was going to take charge, to his surprise no one took the responsibility. He watched as a clone who had just been assigned to Mygeeto take a blast to the face. A medical clone quickly rush to him to check to see if he was still breathing He'd see this happen to many good men and knew he was gone. Under his breath the sergeant cursed.
It was at that moment Rayux knew if no one was going to take charge and stop the advance he'd have to be the one. Checking his minigun to make sue it was still loaded he looked to clone next to him and nodded. And it went down the line until everyone knew what was about to happen. Before the charge he looked up at the sky, knowing this might be the last thing he does. If dying help take this outpost and help the Republic win this damn war he was fine with it and had no regrets. Looking down the line at the troops they all looked back at the sergeant waiting for the signal. "On three we charge these tin cans and take back what is ours! Fight to your last breath and don't let your brothers sacrifice go unneeded! One! Two! Three!" They all moved from their cover charging forward firing while many took blaster shots but kept firing despite being wounded. Rayux saw a medic with a couple wounded clones and decided he'd move to them to help move to wounded soldiers to safety.