J3 is huddled up against a rock, her armor spattered in both her blood and that of her fallen squadmates. She looks at the landing beacon and knows it is too far away for her to reach. A tear slides down her face as she pulls a grenade from the rig on her chest and spits out a gob of blood. "For democracy..." she says softly, looking at the termanids swarming toward her position. "If you're taking me down, I'm taking a bunch of you with me..." she waits for the large alien bugs to reach her.
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