Maine "Meta"
He sat outside the base, it had been a week since his surgery. His voice was still rusted and sore but clear. He had been spending most his time with Galassien, his fondness for her was apparent and clear as the day. Though still he never showed her his face, his eyes, his damaged skin. He was ashamed of it. As Maine stared into the snow he saw a few specks of movement, darting between the mounds of snow here and there. He stood up and growled lowly, letting out a snort as he walked forward into the snow. A clear, loud shot ran out and Meta stumbled back a few feet, gripping his shoulder with a snarl of pain. Men rushed out of the snow, screaming in a heated adrenaline rush. Maine heaved up is weapon and let loose a rain of bullets and fire upon the attacking forces. many stopped there, dropping down in heaps of blood, some skidding forward a few feet and sliding to a halt. Maine roared for the alarm as he shot.