IC
I look towards my Falcon. Sure, it looked totaled, but 20 seconds ago when there was a big fat firefight it had succeeded in maintaining a 1 meter hover with no movement and the turrets were fine. Before that, well......
Slowly, I walk over to the Falcon to check on the system status. I leaned over the hatch, and started to click buttons, toggle switches and read displays that no average marine would've been been able to understand.
It seems that in my previous stunt, I'd activated the rocket thrusters but the cooling system, which must've had taken a hit back in the fight against the Banshees, couldn't fully stop from melting much of the rockets. The rotors now had a much lower RPM while the rockets themselves may or may not explode upon usage. Not only that, but due to the already-weakened hull structure, the massive upthrust that was required just now had caused it to fracture and bend even more.
Nothing a mechanic couldn't fix with the right tools and materials, but for now, it....could definitely fly. The question is how long that would happen before it blew up. Milliseconds to never.
So what do I do with it?
I mean, I'm a pilot, not a marine. I can shoot, I can gun, I can run, but all of this is out of my comfort zone and worse, the Falcon is my home. There was no guarantee of another flyable vehicle elsewhere, and plus, this Falcon had only got this far because of my..other teammates.
Slowly, I turned to get the weapons from the storage locks in the Falcon. After all, no use keeping it all in there, right? Still, leave a Falcon to join a group of rag tag group of marines who's plan of escape included going somewhere in the forest, completely disobeying protocols? What about UNSC extraction?
I....I.....uh.......
I couldn't handle hit. Covenant weapon stash in hand, I closed my eyes as the stress closed my mind, and I fell to the ground with a loud thud, and laid there, unconscious.