[color=00aeef][b][i]KKKKKKZZZZZZZSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH![/i][/b][/color]

"NERO! DIRECT CHANNEL TO VELLA! YOU WATCH THOSE GODDAMNED SHOCK GRENADES! IF I GET FUZZED BY ANOTHER STRAY FALLOFF I'LL PULL OFF YOUR ARMS!"

Ellis' HUD was fuzzy with static, his heat sinks reading both overheating and perfectly fine simultaneously. His servos stuttered, struggling to reconnect to his suits central processing. He fought to regain control, his left arm jolting and jumping back and forth as he tried again and again to simply draw his rifle off his back. 

The FENRIS mechs completely ignored him, crippled as he was, and charged forward into the group he was supposed to be protecting.

[i]FORGET ABOUT THEM! LOOK AT YOU![/i]

Shots sizzled off his barrier, as he lay, crippled, the largest target in the room, until he saw -

[i]A YMIR? JESUS![/i]

One of the Guardians has taken advantage of the situation, and is taking his time, lining up a careful shot while Ellis struggled. Suddenly, one of their shields floated up, carrier becoming the carried, clawing at the shield, and then the floor, as a Singularity lifted him. Ellis felt his suit scraping the floor as the hole threatened to pull him in. 

A smoke grenade went off. [i]They'll be changing tactics now. I'd better do the same.[/i]

"NERO! Initiate Good Night!" He shouted over the constant gunfire. His only hope: a hard reset.

Everything went silent. The gunfire that once shuddered against his barrier now [i]tick[/i]ed and [i]tock[/i]ed against his armor. The explosions that were a moment ago nearly deafening now dropped to heavy thuds. 
"REBOOT! NERO, REBOOT! DAMMIT!"
He could see the smoke through his manual view, but his HUD wasn't up yet. [i]Yes! Come on![/i]
There's his heat sinks, yellow-green, that's fine, all systems normal, then his HUD, armor in the red. Oh dear. [i]Wait, that's my map-[/i]

[b]THUD.[/b] Something heavy on his shell. [b]THUD.[/b] [i]This son of a bitch-

Is right on top of you.[/i]

Power to legs was good, and so he stood up, knocking the enemy off balance... Power to arms... Was... Good-
[i]KILL[/i]
His right hand gripped the Guardian's shield hard enough to crumple it like paper. His left hand pushed down the trooper while he brought down the shield's edge like a guillotine, chopping the man in half. A flower of red blood spewed up Ellis' pitch-black chest, as he grabbed another Guardian by the helmet from behind. It appeared that most of them had simply moved around him, disregarded him while he rebooted. Some were adding insult to injury, using his body for cover. He squeezed, relishing the cracks like gunshots that split the man's screaming. There was no more laughter from Ellis. What filled him now was rage.

"[b][i]AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH[/i][/b]!"

He'd lost his sidearm when he went down, so he picked up a dropped Hornet. He unleashed a torrent of bullets at close range into the Assault troops, killing at least one outright, no doubt injuring the rest, and slapped the Centurion aside like a bug. His target was dead ahead. He grabbed another Guardian shield and held it overhead, ready to strike with it like some sort of industrial scorpion, and spewed another full thermal clip from his scavenged sidearm. He tucked in his arms and legs, rolling like a hideous egg behind a nearby shipping crate, as the YMIR's automatic guns bombarded his position. 

[i]Go ahead, throw him a bone![/i]

Ellis hurled the shield like a frisbee to the opposite side of the room. The YMIR followed perfectly, launching two rockets and a hail of bullets after it. Ellis drew his Mattock, and attempted to lay down suppressive fire with his left hand, while his right made the crushing motion characteristic of the Iron Maiden. He focused on the lower right arm, crushing and disabling the mech's missile pod. 

The autogun returned fire, gradually tearing through more and more of Ellis' cover.

He fell back, exhausted, behind his crate. His heat sinks read orange, approaching the danger zone. He started to sweat as he popped the smoking brown sinks out, and new, red ones in, trusting his squad to cover him while he reloaded.