"Go! Before it's too late, GO!", she said as she turned and ran back towards the station. Several Fallen were running towards them. It was obvious there wouldn't be enough time to load the cargo before those guns were too close to ignore. "Mack! Haverson! Load and secure asap! Bracen! Cover fire!" Sarge shouted as he ran after Dara, bursts of fire already tearing through the knees of a Fallen vandal aiming a rocket at the ship. Enemy reinforcements were close. If any walkers landed before they were outbound then the council's mysterious cargo was lost. Dara pulled out the MeatGrinder and spewed armor piercing rounds into the mass. Sniper rounds flew over her shoulder as two more rocket launchers fell. "Cargo's loaded. Haul ass Sir!" the comms sputtered as more rounds came from behind them. "Dara get back now!" but she was too far. She turned and looked at Sarge, knowing her fate, and pushed a series of buttons on her side. He turned and ran as he heard an automated voice over the comms, "Please enter-". "Omega Red," Dara cut in. "Power cell overload activated." Sarge jumped in the ship as it was lifting off. He watched Dara salute the ship as a Fallen Captain grabbed her. A click sounded through the comms then the windows went white as the explosion from Dara's armor sent a shockwave propelling them higher. Looking back, they saw the damage to the station. Most of the Fallen had been well within the radius of the blast. "Open the container," he was violating orders, but he didn't care. He had to know Dara's death had not been in vain. The door was slammed open and they all focused on the large red eye of a deactivated Vex.