[i]"Fuck fuck fuck!"[/i]

Screamed Hall as he ran through the bunker, his lasgun spewing out a hot beam of fucking death. It quickly corpsed any impeding baddies, his bayonet was slick with gore and his body was as hot as hot could get. It was hell, that bunker on the other side was not kind to the Emperor's guidance. Poor Emperor, Hall thought as he had to plow through a bunch of nobodies. Sustaining bruises and rifle butts from the myriad of melee encounters Hall saw on his way through the heretical bunker, Hall regrouped with his squad within in it rather quickly! He saw the mute down the hall and waved as he ran over.

[i]"Emperor protect!!! It's me! The Emperor has brought us back together!"[/i]

For some reason, everyone was crouched and in cover as Octavia - the emperor's voice, threw something out to the battlefield, as Hall walked into the section of the bunker they were stationed in. 

[i]"What the..."[/i]

Was the words Hall got out when the grenade went off, his ears were ringing and tunnel vision grew quickly on the young man. [i]"AHHH!!"
[/i] he screamed as he got down on all fours, crawling to Octavia. The man was scared, too scared as he found himself close to Octavia and fellow legionaries. [i]"The Emperor... He did not foresee this."[/i] He managed to say as he began to collect himself (probably with the help of some boots). Ammo topped off and lasgun ready, he remained behind the wall with a face-splitting grin - his eyes focused on Octavia for guidance, and also the view.

Lasgun fire found itself into the bunker, screams were heavy and frequent and death and despair seemed to be the only smell the group could continuously witness in this hell of a simulation. They could be well, the only squad left - but maybe that's not how it works. They had to do something, they had to win.

For the emperor.