It was a full-on warzone. Screeches of Terminids and the sounds of explosives thundering over the hellscape of Hellmire

As usual.

And of course, the 777th was stuck right in the middle of it, fighting on the crest of a hill next to a bunker

Milo was currently staring down the barrel of a AC-8 Autocannon, his boot treacherously resting the trigger as he fumbled the weapon and gave it a few good slaps, calling into the radio as he always did

Milo: "HEY GUYS! How do I turn this thing on!"

Jackson groaned beneath his helmet, turning around as he unloaded his entire magazine from his AR-23 into a Scavenger Terminid, tossing away the rifle and picking up a new one as he looked at Milo, gesticulating angrily

Jackson: "Noooo freakin idea man! Figure it out yourself!"

Dertz sighed as he walked over to Milo, crouching down slightly as he inspected the AC-8, giving it a few judgemental taps with his R-63 DMR.

Dertz: "Well, Sonny, I can tell what's goin' on witcha gun sonny, but I can tell cha that I bet you ain't feelin' very trigger-happy right 'bout now."

Milo stared at Dertz for a moment through his helmet, his mouth a little agape before he got the joke

Milo: "OOOOOHHHHH HAHAHAH-"

Milo had hit the AC-8 a little too hard, and set off the live round, spiking into the air as the gun tilted back and coincidentally perfectly piercing an oncoming bile-titan right through the skull, causing it to fall to the ground and die.

Jackson grumbled as he threw down another used AR-23, picking up another from the large gun case he had found by the bunker nearby

Jackson: "Hey! That was my killl!"

Flinn finally spoke up, who had been sitting on top of the bunker with his GL-21 Launcher and a pile of rounds, slowly swinging his legs as he launched grenades into the oncoming terminid crowds. Lazily reclined back against a mast radio tower that stuck up from the bunker

Flinn: "Uhhhgghh, Who caresss, Bugs are Bugs, When's Pelican-1 gunna come around and take us back to the SES Fist of Family Values?"