Talgott's machine gun bursts weren't particularly accurate, but it did help to suppress the gruntling hordes. The warthogs in pursuit of the LT's could mop up easy. Just when he was semi-comfortably rattling his LAAG, the LT pedaled the hog over an incline and right into covie overmight.
From then on, it was more holding-on-to-the-turret than any actual shooting, but Pvt. Talgott managed to hang on - until the chieftain arrived.
A moment later he got flung into a hill, his left arm crackling on impact. He'd already lost his pistol earlier, but now his assault rifle was gone as well. As pretty-colored plasma trails flew over his head, he demagged the grenade launcher from his backpack.
Talgott felt disorientated. He had flown off quite a bit and the plasma mortar had rearranged the geography since his last memory. He slowly began traversing the war-scarred fields on his hands and knees, trying to remain unseen. If he were to be spotted, his nade launcher would do him little good; he needed another weapon.
"Radio!?" "Radio!!!"
A peek over the next muddy hill confirmed his suspicions that the LT's luck was running out. The hammer-wielding chieftain approached the crashed warthog, dragging the carcass of their late passenger behind him. Talgott's eyes widened. He could do little to prevent his CO from certain death; the splash damage of his launcher would send the already-burning hog sky-high, along with his new commander-in-chief. Call it affection or PTSD from the last time something like this happened, but Talgott couldn't stand idly by - not again.
So instead, he threw a flare just between the warthog and the brute. It emitted a orange-ish smoketrail. The beast looked up at Talgott and threw the marine's carcass at the warthog before charging at the lone ODST. This prompted Radio to book it, bigtime. As he hurled through the muddy fields, he hit his comm-piece.
"Talgott to Fletcher, Talgott to Fletcher!"
"LT's down, need backup, over!"
Radio stumbled over a grunt corpse.
"At the flare, Jumper!"
He fired a poorly-aimed grenade at the chieftain in pursuit, to no avail.
"Oh boy-oh boy!"
And instinctively kept on running away from hammered death.
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