"Let's make Tom proud." James said solemnly as they ran.
"Can we? Those Spartans are really tough..." Max replied. James sighed and tapped the side of his helmet.
"Tom, the Western Fortification has been lost." James confirmed.
"Get to the northern point. This ends now." Tom ordered. Soon, the Foxtrot's reached the northern fortification.
"D*mn this... James... It's just like the Covenant War..." Max paused as he looked around at the others, before falling to his knees. "They're gonna kill us all!" Max shouted, crying. "We're gonna die, James... Just like everyone before us... Just like Gianni... Just like..." Max wept.
"Are you hit, Spartan?" Commander Faith asked as she walked on to the deck.
"No, ma'am..." Max said in a broken voice.
"Then listen up! Ruby's got these things called Prometheans. F*ck if I know what they are, but they look like they'll kick some serious a*s. Pull yourselves together! When they get here, you're fighting with 'em." Faith said.
"I can't do this anymore... Faith..." Max said. She kneeled down and put a hand on his shoulder.
"You're a trained medic. Help some of us that are hit, okay? I promise you won't have to fight." Faith said, knowing what she said was a lie. She had enough of these d*mn casualties. She and the others prepared to defend their fortification with their lives.
"Foxtrot Command was a despicable regime. They were cold, heartless, and lacked mercy. Today, my brothers and sisters, we become Foxtrot Command. We stand upon the last wall, the last bastion of our forces on this world. We will fight as killers. We will be heartless, these beasts have killed our family, mutilating their corpses. They would be miserable to expect such as is. Rip them apart. Tear them to pieces. Slaughter them! For every one Spartan to fall in battle today, a hundred of the enemy will be taken with them!" Tom roared to his Foxtrots as two LR Sangheili battled him and Cassandra.
"Guess it's already time to move out... You ready to go, Grace?" Sky asked.
"Yeah..." Grace said.
