Damon Baird cursed as he shoved another clip into his lancer. Right now he was in the biggest firefight of his life. After they blew up that lambent brumak everything went to hell. When there reavens landed everyone was immediatley swarmed. God knows how many locust were on them then. Baird was seperated from everybody. Marcus, Dom, Cole, Dizzy, Jace, Sam, Clayton, and Anya all went running in different directions. Baird found himself running south with three squads. After running ten miles straight they had stopped in an old building that was once a hotel.
After two hours tons of locust were on them, the bastards seemed to never stop coming. Baird wondered if sinking Jacinto was even worth it. Right now he was trading shots with some theron guard that wouldn't fucking die. Suddenly a grenadier locust got a lucky show with his boltlok pistol. The round went clear through the commanding officer's shoulder. Seargent Racke fell to the ground with a grunt and Baird yelled a war cry. Baird charged out of cover and put half his clip into the grenadier. He stuck a frag to the theron and drop kicked him back.
Baird shut the two big doors in the opening closed before the grenade went off. Two privates pulled Seargent Racke back and gave him first aid. Baird ordered two other privates to barricade the door. The door was made of metal, so only a mauler or savage boomer could get through it. Baird moved over to the seargent and asked the medic "What's his condition?" The medic sighed and said "The round hit a major artery. Even if I had better equipment there's nothing I can do." Baird cursed silently and was about to ask something, but the dying seargent grabbed his arm.
The seargent pulled him close and gave Baird his COG tags. Then the seargent whispered into his ear, "It's your show now blondie." Baird sighed and put the tags into his pocket. The seargent was right, now Baird is the commanding officer. Baird told himself to get a grip and get out of here alive. He wasn't as ferocious as Fenix, but he could strategize. Baird looked at the nine remaining COG privates in front of him. All the blue helmet's staring at him and waiting for oreders. Baird grunted and said "Who's best with a longshot."
Almost immediatley the soldiers pointed out one of the smaller soldiers. Private Biggs reminded him a lot of Benjarmin Carmine. Baird looked to the others and ordered them too not let anything get past that door. Baird took Biggs and another private Lance to the second floor of the hotel. Baird moved over to the windows and saw the oncoming grubs. It looked like the last of them were here. There were eleven grubs in total. Six drones (specifically two cyclops, two grenadiers, a spotter, and suprisingly a bolter), two wretches, a ticker, one boomer, and a butcher that's trying to break down the door.
"Shit." Baird said to himself. Baird thought fast and told Briggs to wait here. Baird took Lance and they quietly jumped out of the window, onto a broken down truck. They ran along behind the locust and Baird raised Biggs on the radio. "Briggs, it's Baird, you hear me?" A second later Briggs answered "Loud and clear, but whatever we're doing we gotta do it fast. That butcher's about to break through the door." Baird took another look at the locust and said "They don't have any ranged weapons besides that boom shot, so we just gotta take out the boomers and we'll take the others out easily. Now there's a ticker next to the grenaiders and boomer. On my mark take it out and so help me God if you miss."
A few seconds later a nervous Briggs blew up a ticker. The ticker was close enough to take out one grenaider and injure the other one. The boomer was suprised and dropped his boomshot so Baird took action. Baird jumped behind the boomer and killed it using a sawed off shotgun. Baird tossed the shotgun aside, since it took too much time to load, he pulled out his lancer. Lance buried a clip into the butcher making him fall to his knees. The other privates swung open the door and they mowed down the suprised drones. As Baird sawed through the last wretch the soldiers came to him.
"What now sir?" Lance asked him. Baird sighed and said "We keep moving away from Jacinto and see if we can raise anyone on the radio. Collect all the ammo you can from the corpses and pay respect to the seargent." The gears moved out following orders and Baird sat down thinking intently. He didn't like having to be the one deciding things, but he did like being called sir.