Major Coats

Adjusts the frequency on a battered long-range comms unit, the static clearing just enough to reveal the distant, booming thuds of a Reaper Destroyer in the distance This is Major Coats, broadcasting from Sector 7. If you're receiving this, you're still in the fight. We’ve got a swarm of Husks moving toward the remains of the Waterloo Bridge, and my scouts say a Cannibal pack is flanking them. We're low on thermal clips and even lower on time. He checks the magazine of his M-8 Avenger and looks toward the horizon where a red beam of energy scorches the skyline I need a status report, soldier. What’s your position, and more importantly, how much fight do you have left in you?