The shit had hit the fan. That wasn't too hard to figure out right now. With plasma shots screaming by overhead, and grenades going off at the group, it was a miracle that anyone was left alive. If not for the speakers and microphone, Highlander wouldn't be able to hear or get any messages to her squad. "What ever happened to that back-up I asked for?!" She yelled into the microphone. She had been separated from her team in the sudden firefight and was stuck, without ammo and back up.
Things didn't look good for Highlander. While taking shelter behind was remained of a church wall, a Brute Chieftan's gravity hammer caused what was left of one of the church pillars to come crashing down on her leg. Damn, this was a pickle. Speaking of which…
"Pickle?! Where the hell are you?" No reply. He was probably dead. That meant the annoying jokes would stop, if she lived through this.
Above the noise of the gunfire, the shouts over the com, and her own breathing, a ghoulish sound could be heard. In the sky, coming straight down at the injured ODST, was a banshee. Well, looks like this was the end. Tensing up, expecting a hot shower of plasma to sentence her to a painful death, she was surprised to see the plasma shots land all around her. The pilot must have some serious crappy aim.
Instead of her, the plasma splashed all around the Covenant troops in the area. The banshee landed in the chaos, and out of the pilot's 'seat' came Pickle. Finally! Running over to his injured comrade, he was inhaling to make some snide and smart remark when he was stopped by Highlander's threat. "So help me, if you make any damsel-in-distress jokes, everyone is going to start calling you 'Uno'." Pickle just with his hands in a defensive position for a moment. Their were certain things he liked on his body that came in pairs, and he wanted it to stay that way.
The leftover pillar resting on Highlander's leg was too large to just pick up and toss a side. "Pull out your leg when I lift. It's too heavy to try again so we have one chance." As if having your leg broken hurt enough, now she was going to have to pull it out, which would was going to be bad. Feeling the pressure of the large sculpted rock relieved and a loud grunt of exertion from Pickle, she tugged on her leg with everything she had, and yelled out in pain, but it was free. That was all that mattered. The reaction in that kind of situation would be to splint it until they could get to a medic, but they didn't have time. Pickle grabbed the arm opposite to the leg break and helped her to the parked banshee. Time to get out of there. Setting her down on the pilot's spot, he laid down with only a sliver of free space, making most of his body weight sit on the smaller ODST. "Hope you don't mind me being on top sweetie." The energy pods on the side roared to life and sent the two into the sky, back to the temporary safety of the UNSC shelters.