Rain

Note: The character for this doesn't exist yet, but will soon, if I can get my lazy ass writing him.

It's a peaceful day in Oppenheimer. A light drizzle sprinkles the metropolis, enough to get you quite wet, but not enough to discourage you from going outside. The sky's covered by a grey filter, making everything seem dull, gloomier. It was as if the planet itself was in mourning.

She is mourning. Mourning for the slaughter of her sons and daughters by the xenophobic invaders.

The streets of Oppenheimer run a sickly colour, somewhere between crimson, violet, and neon blue, crimson overpowering the other colors by a fair margin. The rain turns this blend into near artistic swirls and patterns. A wounded Marine adds to this grisly palette, blood trickling from a Spiker bolt dug into his side. His eyes dart around frantically, like a prey animal desperately hoping that it's pursuer isn't around the next corner.

"A-anyone! I'm fucked up real bad! Help! Please, help me!"

The young man slumps against a fragment of a building, a tear trailing down his cheek as he realizes that these are his last moments. The sight of a Grunt makes what's left of his blood run cold. He squeezes his eyes shut, and thinks of his fiancee back home.

Before the Grunt can even think of acting, it's head is turned into a mist of blood, bone, and brain matter.

"Don't worry, we're here! We'll get you out alive!" A man wearing a beret shouts. MA5Cs roar to life, spraying lead onto the late Unggoy's unit. The Elite is dealt with first, with two 7.62 FMJ rounds to the brain. The assault rifle rounds tear through Grunt flesh like teeth through paper.

The skirmish ends as the last Unggoy goes quiet. The Lieutenant covers the bleeding area with his hat, and yanks the spike out with a sickening squelch, a medic quickly rushes to apply biofoam to the Marine.