Shepard cursed his pistol's size, and began to fire.

Not that it really mattered; the titan's shields were near impenetrable. Regardless, this managed to catch its attention, pulling it away from Clyde and D'mones, who were now firing wildly at the intruder. Its weapon hummed to life, charging a shot that would easily rip any organic to shreds. "That can't be good," Shepard said, bolting in the opposite direction. The mech buzzed, firing a condensed rocket of pure plasma in Shepard's direction.

He ducked into one of the rooms to the side as the missile impacted just behind him. Shepard set up next to the door, plugging more shots at the giant geth. If he didn't keep it busy, it could very easily blow his teammates to kingdom come.

A blue aura surrounded it, dragging it to its knees. This was D'mones's biotics at work. The mech was rendered immobile, allowing Shepard and Clyde to fire freely for a time. Shepard took the opportunity to take the risk of charging straight in front of the titan. Standing three feet from the incapacitated mech, its shield finally depleted, Shepard fired five shots straight into its only eye. The machine was now crippled, blind, and defenseless. He waited for his pistol to cool down before firing seven rounds into its torso. When that didn't work, he jammed the sidearm into one of the fresh holes in its armor, firing seven more times into its unshelled CPU. The machine let out a single dying whir.

Shepard kicked the heap of metal to the ground, panting. Clyde rushed over, taking the liberty of kicking the mech's face. "Damn, man," he said with a chuckle, "where'd that fire come from? That was awesome!"

"I don't know," Shepard replied. "Personal anger, I guess."

"What could the geth have done to invoke that kind of rage?" D'mones inquired.

"It's, ah… It's not important right now." He looked around the area. "We should find Sergeant Matthias."

"No need." The sergeant walked out of the room that was previously unchecked. He held the upper half of a now deceased geth under his right arm, as his left dangled broken at his side. "We're in some deep shit, Private, but that doesn't mean these bastards are getting rid of me. I need to find myself a medic. Shepard, take my gun."

"Sir?"

"You'll need it. I'm giving you temporary command of this squad. I saw how you handled that prime; you'll be okay. D'mones, Clyde, you two do what Shepard tells you for now." He winced, dropping the automaton. "I need to get back. Say 'hi' to the geth for me."

Shepard hesitantly took the sniper from Matthias's back, nodding. "Yes, sir."

Matthias cradled his broken arm, limping back the way the group came as Shepard addressed the others. "You guys ready to raise hell?"

"I've got nothing better to do," Clyde said, raising his SMG. "We're right behind you, Shepard."

"What's the plan?" D'mones asked.

"Well," Shepard answered, "I figure we'd start by shooting anything mechanical that shoots at us. You know, keep things interesting."

Clyde nodded. "Works for me."

"Check. Check. Is anyone listening?" spoke a voice from everyone's communicators. "This is Bravo Leader Miller. We're pinned in the armory, requesting backup. Over."

"Uh…" Shepard said, responding. "This is Private Shepard, Echo Squad. We read you. Over."

"Echo Squad, where's your leader? Over."

"Wounded, heading for the med bay. He's given me temporary command. Over."

"Well, I guess this is about all I'm gonna get, then. If you guys could lend us a hand over here, it'd be much appreciated. Over."

"Headed that way. Out." Shepard spoke to the others again. "We've gotta help those soldiers!"

"Hoo-ah!"

"Good! Now," Shepard scratched his head, "does anyone know the way to the armory?"

"I think it was the yellow line?" Clyde answered.

"No," D'mones revised, "it was the blue one. Yellow goes to the mess hall."

"You sure?"

"No time to argue," Shepard said. "We're taking the blue line."

The trio stepped through the ship's newest doorway and proceeded along the blue line. When they found that the direction they chose looped back to the crew cabins, they turned around; following the line the correct way.