Jimmy slumped down into a seat and strapped himself in. He was exhausted, though fighting two elites in melee combat will do that to you. He glanced around at the others who looked at like he felt. Jimmy went to mop his brow but winced in pain as the wound on his left arm made itself known once more. For once he felt kind of worried. Things were only going to get worse before they got better.

OOC: Yes, it is Foehammer...although MC consistently belives otherwise. For further reference, Foehammer's dropship call number is Echo 419, which is another way to refer to the dropship itself. Also, the Warthog cannot be parked inside the dropship, rather it latches on to it just beyond the payload bay where the soldiers sit.

BIC: Billy swept the area one last time before boarding the dropship.

It'll be great to get over to alpha base and catch some R&R before we have to go fight more of these Covie bastards He thought.

"Hey...how much did everyone get? I got about 12, including a hunter."

"I got 18 exactly." Joel said and grinned.

"Oh yeah....." said Calvin "The hunter...." he gave a thumbs up to Billy "Thanks again for that save, me lad!" Calvin re-loaded his shotgun "As for me.....I didn't do so well. I believe I only got 8 or 9." he chuckled softly "I guess I might be gettin' rusty.

"About 20." Jason said. "Lots of elites." He smiled, then leaned his head back in his seat. He closed his eyes, and took in what he gotten himself into.

OOC: Screw you all! Who's GM, that's right! ME! Ahem... I mean I have a hearing problem... I thought it was Bowhammer, but it is Foehammer, thanks for the help!

"I'm glad you all kept count, but don't be countin' you're blessings now... This war ain't over!" He sat back in his seat. "I mean... what do you all want, a medal!?" Markez sat back and took in a deep breath. "All right! Everyone strapped in? Good... Foehammer..." He grinned and took in another breath, "Get us back to base..."

OOC: Actually...I don't think dropships have seat belts...or they didn't render them in the game...I'm just rambling.

BIC: The dropship took off, headed for the Marines main base. As it circled the tower, Billy noticed a few more lifeboats burning in to the surface. He also saw the Master Cheif board a warthog and head in the direction of those lifeboats.

Wow...he's probably only been here as long as us...and he already seems to have an understanding of the situation...

Jimmy shrugged "I really couldn't care less all I know is taking on two covie elites in hand to hand is worth at least five kills with a firearm. I think I got some grunts too, though I really can't remember." He slumped back into his seat and placed his trust in the pilot.

Billy looked over at Jimmy. "I agree on the HTH issue...but I wouldn't want to take on an Elite close up without a shotgun or this." he held up the unlit plasma sword handle.

Jason opened one eye slightly. "I'll never understand why you like getting so close to those things. Bam. Head shot and they're dead without knowing it. It's like being the angel of death or something."