Oh no oh fuck oh fuck fucking FUCK what is that? What the hell is coming out of the sky? Is it ever going to stop? Over the wind and the cries of both person and Fallen the terrified whimper that escapes Joshua is lost to everyone. Is no one else afraid? He can make out people firing and running but none of them are screaming bloody murder the way Josh feels he will if he lets himself open his mouth.

Oh fuck oh fuck someone help--

His speeder weaves around groups of Fallen, and for a moment Joshua nearly gives in to that blind panic. His thumb hovers over the throttle controls. He could open this baby up and make a run for it, but what good would it do? If he goes back to the camp without the food they all starve. They're left to suffer the same fate Joshua nearly died to back home before he ended up here in the Nexus.

Oh fuck, oh hell. Josh can't believe he's about to do this. At least if he dies here it'll be quicker than what's waiting back at the camp. He turns the speeder sharply, ducking around a tree before zipping back out across the line of the convoy to draw fire away from those guarding their supplies. Unfortunately he can't shoot and pilot like this at the same time, so a distraction's about all he's good for.