<div style="text-align: left;"><strong>~LCpl. Roman “Rome” Beneke - Outside downed ship near crumpled loading ramp~</strong></div><br/>Rage. Rome hadn’t felt this much rage since he had witnessed the death of Widow back on LV-1875. She had saved his life, shoving him from the path of a behemoth of a beast straight from the pits of hell itself. The shear force of the attack had instantly snuffed the life from Jennifer’s body. She was the only person Rome had allowed to get close to him, his only true friend and now she was gone. She had sacrificed herself in his stead. Rome was no good with emotions, that is, save for anger. Anger, rage... he knew them well and this is how he coped with the confusion that plagued him.<br/><br/>Seeing Gizmo’s blank stare, the familiar visage of death’s pale hand claiming yet another life brought back a sudden flash of Widow’s wrecked body to his mind, her blood smeared, expressionless face staring back at him. As though it might somehow undo what had been done, he bellowed a primal roar as he sprayed the dense jungle foliage with 10x28mm casesless ammunition at over 1200 rounds per minute. His smartgun barked and snapped emphatically, spitting fire and vibrating his massive arms viloently. The weapon’s incessant buzzing easily drowned out all but the loudest of shouts even from close proximity.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"ROME! CEASE FIRE!" he barked, "Fuck...now they'll know for sure we're here,"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Emptying the full 600 round drum, the deafening roar of gunfire was sunddenly replaced with the much softer, mechanical noises of his weapon’s firing mechanism cycling the empty drum magazine. Finally releasing the trigger, Rome raised his weapon and whipped around towards Sgt. O’Shay who was still inside the drop ship. Casting a dangerous glare at the sarge, he kicked away some debris and stomped back inside the wreckage, coming face to face with the Sergeant in a threatening manner.<br/><br/><strong>“I think they fucking knew we were here when they blew us out of the godamned sky, or haven’t you noticed that we just got fucked up the ass, our dropship busted all to shit and Gizmo, El Tee, our pilot and this poor bastard are all dead.... SIR!”</strong>he yelled through clenched teeth, gesturing his hand towards Shaw, spraying spittle as he shouted. Rome was having a difficult time reining in his emotions. This whole deal with Widow was taking it’s toll on his combat effectiveness... and he knew it. Seeing Gizmo only exacerbated the problem further, knowing that his squad relied on him to have their backs and here he was struggling with his own emotions.<em>”Get a fucking grip, Rome!”</em>he screamed at himself silently.<em>”Stop being such a pussy. Man up!”</em><br/><br/>Tearing his furious gaze away from Sergeant O’Shay, he knew was out of line. He ripped the spent ammo drum free and tossed it aside, slapping a new one in its place, and marched back out of the ship through the crumpled loading ramp. He couldn’t look at anyone right now for fear that he would lose what shred of control he still manage to maintain. Leveling his weapon once more, he surveyed the perimeter, trying hard to focus on his job.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Listen up.  We have our orders.  Our mission remains to destroy the tower jamming our communications. Our objective is 2 clicks south of here. Rome, watch the perimeter and keep your motion detector on. The rest of you, finish the salvage...and find some body bags for the fallen."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Rome thumbed the power toggle to the motion tracker that Gizmo had mounted to the framing of his M56 back on the Mitchum before they had gone planetside back on LV-1875. He hadn’t noticed until now that the wreck had destroyed the tracker’s display. He said nothing of this to Sergeant O’Shay as he ripped it from it’s moorings and tossed it aside.<br/><br/>There was a quick and crude burial of the dead. Rome said nothing as he looked down on the four body bags, his nostrils flaring in a hateful scowl. Part of him was furious at those who had done this, part of him was mad as hell at Gizmo for dying. Their bodies now marked and covered, Rome turned to take up his postion at the point and came face to face with Senjo. He stopped, staring silently, that angry grimace dominating his features.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Here. Ammunition and power. Would not want you to run low when you need them."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He glanced down to the offered ammo drum and batteries, then back up to her synthetic, emotionless face before swiping the proffered items.<strong>”fucking machine”</strong>he muttered as he pushed past her, unsure if he was pissed at her incapacity to feel or pissed at his own inability not to feel.