[spoiler]alright. One day. Let's do this.[/spoiler] *Captain Mitchell was pissed, to say the least. His squad Mage had been assassinated, half his force was now injured, and he has a headache. The [i]Eclipse[/i] was non-responsive through whatever interference the twilight had placed upon the planet, so he was unable to contact Captain Franks. He knew Shadow was inside the fortress, but she was under radio silence until she broke it. He looked at his tired group, knowing that their morale was slowly sinking even as the main army pushed forwards. He noted the first tower's destruction as well as Liberty Prime's limb loss. He sighed and made a choice.* "[u]Alpha Squad. Switch to Raider Configuration, Berserker Level.[/u]" *Felt the change in his men sweep like a wave. He felt their fear sweep away as did the rest of their emotions, leaving cold hard determination. He felt his pain fall to the side, a minor distraction easily ignored as the squad's medical implants were triggered. He watched with cold eyes as the world slowed down around him, felt the Twitch rushing through his veins. Even as their bodies changed, their armor did as well. Gone was the passive camouflage, gone was the thin armor. Instead, the reactive-carbon weave was covered by hard plating as 2 MK-4 Lighting Rails unfolded out of each suit's back. The cold-fusion plants inside the chest of each suit activated to meet the new demands of the activated systems. The Alpha Squad stood tall as each suit was activated, Captain Mitchell standing at their head. Noting the heavy fire from the remaining tower, he gave the order for the shield to fall as each man obtained a target. Before the shield could fully disperse, the Marines were firing. The Lightning Rails send 2-cm blocks at hundreds of miles per hour into the enemy, sending gore flying in slow motion to the Twitch-influenced minds of the Marines.* "Alpha Squad, forward."