AUGUST 30th, 2552

Six stared off to the distance, thinking about his team. Noble Team was dead, and nothing could change that now.
The Pillar of Autumn just took off, about fifteen minutes ago to be precise. Six was ready for what was coming next. At this point, he knew death was coming, and he accepted it. He did his duty as a member of Noble Team.
"More and more Phantoms are coming in," Six said to himself. He knew he had to find a safe place. Then the thought came to him. The MAC gun.
As Six snuck across the wasteland towards the MAC, he thought about the Pillar.
Will the Pillar survive?
A squeaky yelp broke his thoughts. As he looked up, he saw a squad of about eight grunts led by two elite minors. Six carefully raised his DMR at a grunt. With a quick boom, the bullet pierced through the grunt's head, leaving it dead. The rest of the grunts reacted by pulling out their plasma pistols.
With careful aim, Six tossed a plasma grenade in the clearing. About four grunts were killed in the explosion. He finished off the rest with his assault rifle. The elites had already reported him by that time, so he had to move quick. He shot one elite down, but the other activated active camouflage. It tried to jump on Six, but six saw the elite's blurry outline. He quickly dodged it and hit it in the back. The elite gave out a low growl as it fell to the ground.
Six heard humming. As he looked up, he saw two banshees flying towards him, spitting plasma out of their cannons. As the banshees swooped over Six, he grabbed one by the wing. The pilot noticed Six and tried flipping the banshee to throw him off. Six clung on with all his might, and started climbing towards the cockpit. Six grabbed the pilot by the leg, and yanked it out of the banshee. The pilot screamed in agony as it fell to its doom.
Six quickly gained control of the banshee, and flew towards the second banshee.
Six shot the left wing off with his plasma cannons, and bombed the rest. Six turned around, and headed toward the MAC gun.
MAC gun, here I come!