He looked around, clenching his side. A deep wound had been inflicted there. He knew, from experience, that such a wound wouldn't hamper his movements too much, but that he'd die within seven hours from the blood loss if he kept moving. He didn't care.
He double checked what he saw, removing his helmet, against all regulations, to wipe the blood out of his face. He hadn't seen wrong. Every Scral that had ambushed them was now dead. Every trooper that had jumped down with him, shared that fate.
Slowly, carefully, he walked over to the dead Alfons, removing the comm set from his suit, and added it to his own battered armor. Regaining his balance, slowly ignoring his pain more and more, he picked off ammunition from his dead brothers in arms, replenishing himself. He even removed a jet pack, and replaced his own, broken one with it.
Sweat ran down his face, his breath coming out in short pants as he put his helmet back on, activating the cooling system to counter the warmth. Their suits were miracles. Despite the damage, it could still spray anti-infectant on his wounds, along with some other things he didn't comprehend that would slow the bleeding. He activated the comm.
"Fleet Command, this is Armored Assault Infantry trooper Garell, from Assault Group Alpha. I'm the only survivor after we ran into a large Scral ambush. I am currently replacing Sergeant Alfons as team leader, since everyone but me is dead. I'm continuing with the mission, over."
A few seconds of silence on the other side of the comm indicated the shock felt over the loss of their strongest Assault Group.
"Roger, Trooper Garell." came the response.
'Ah.' he thought.
'They can't bring out the guts to call me Group Alpha.' his mind commented, as he chuckled mentally.
"Abort mission. You are to move to these" -a soft beep told him the coordinates had just been transmitted
"coordinates and search for anything unusual there. Our radars are being thrown off balance, and the Scral are fiercely defending that area, despite a lack of our troops in that area."
"Roger Fleet Command. Group Alpha will complete the mission." he responded. His way of honoring his fallen brothers.
He moved quickly, despite his wound, using his jet pack and thrusters to make his movement as gentle as possible, not to suffer as little as possible, but to loose as little blood as was possible in his state.