"Well, that's the first wave done." Lyra said, looking out at the horde of predators. She reloaded her rifle, and rubbed her new collection of wounds less then enthusiastically. "What was that, 60? I'm counting the bodies, but some seem to have gotten... Gibbleted. That even a word? Hey Marcus, use your supercomputer brain, and tell me if Gib-"
"No, its not. Least, not when I got my dictionary installed, back in '98. And its 50. So says the counting program. Looks like a few got turned quite chunky." he said, kicking one of the dead over with his foot. "So what, now we die well? You give some rallying speech, and me and Xyleena take down a hundred each? Cause if that's the plan, we're gonna need another 10 or so of us. Jesus, must be a thousand of those slimy little bastards."
"We're gonna die here aren't we? Won't those Xyphatian people come help? we're in there territory."
Lyra shrugged. "Hell if I know. This place is in the middle of absolutely bloody nowhere, from the looks of it. They could have a million, and we'd have the same problems. Let me see if I can call someone, make this fight more even. Or get out of it, if we can." she pulled herself back into the mine network they'd set up in, and tapped at her commbead. "Hey Ness. Yello, Nessy poo, I could really use your help right now..."
