Damn. Already!? All right. Everyone out! Kris! Forget the scouts! We have incoming guardians! I'm gonna need your help. So tell me, do you feel lucky?
Go over to that cliff over there *points* and send off an infared.
But I don't have any equipment on me.
Jim then pulls out his radio. I need a valk or two stat! I'm going to lead these suckers into a trap. Infared signal should be sent out soon. Lock onto that and wait there.
Jim looks back at Kris. What the hell kind of corporal are you if you come unprepared!? Get it from a marine or something. Now go!
Everyone out! Now! Stay and you're a goner. If you want to get back home, start running boys! Hahahahha! Jim starts laughing like a maniac while providing cover fire. As soon as it seems that he is going to be trapped and killed, he moves back just a little, giving the men time.
Little by little he is pushed back, forced to give ground. That's when he sees the gaurdians come. Damn they took their time. he said grumbling.
He puts a cig in his mouth and runs off, keeping he guardians in sight. Finally he reaches the cliff. He speaks into his radio again. Are those valks here yet? he asks. He doesn't get a reply. Cursing he turns back to the guardians approaching. Screeching and hissing could be heard as their prey had finally been cornered.
For the swarmmmmm....
Jim chuckles as he hears the soft sound of engines running. Eat missiles freaks! With that he takes a running start and jumps off the cliff. The guardians are suprised that he is so sucidal and inch forward more.
Two valks and a dropship come up, with Jim hanging on the ladder, smiling.
Screech!
Jim finishes smoking his cig as they make their way home, leaving the reamins behind.