DragonRacer wrote...
For the most part, extraction seems to go fairly well in my circles. Not too much crazy there.
But there was one operation weekend... waaaaaaaaaay back when, back when my husband was still playing the game with me even... when I had my most exciting/fulfilling extraction.
I died gloriously ensuring my husband got his commendation pack.
I've played the hero several times, but only one Ultimate Sacrifice moment springs to mind (fortunately, I can usually play the hero and live to later tell the tale).
It was an operation weekend ages ago, where squad goal was to extract at least one person on Reapers Gold. I had already completed the challenge for myself on Friday night with a great PUG group. It was now Sunday and I was trying to help my husband get his goal done. At the time, I was a veteran Silver player trying to get better at Gold... and my husband was a stout Bronze lover who would gripe and complain when I'd drag him into Silver. So, this was his first taste of Gold, and Reapers Gold at that.
I called in two of my buddies who did more Gold than I did at the time. The three of us pull my husband's Krogan Soldier into the room. I've got my go-to Turian Sentinel. My two friends, I don't recall now what they were for all the games. But it was just One of Those Days. We played several matches at several locations and would make it to Wave 9 or 10, and then wipe. Soooo frustrating.
The last match we agreed to play (because I was just reaching exhaustion level for trying to help carry my husband through Gold when I was not quite Gold-caliber yet) was at Hydra. One buddy took an Asari Justicar at my request... he had a bubble specced for Warp, so he and I could try and play crowd control with BEs. The other friend took a Geth Infiltrator.
Match proves to be craziness like the others had been. But we make it to extraction wave, finally. We all know that only one of us has to make it out alive, and we all agree to protect the GI since he could, at the last moment, cloak and beeline for the LZ. My husband tries to be a hero and rushes his krogan off to a spawn point and promptly gets brute-grabbed. The Justicar and I two-man it, trying to draw the enemies' attention while the GI constantly cloaks and keeps moving around the map just to stay alive. At some point in the chaos, I get separated from my Justicar friend and he goes down.
There's 20 seconds left. I see my GI buddy cloaked and against cover in the LZ. To his left, an entire army of Reapers comes pouring towards the LZ. He's made his dash to the LZ far too early, but we can't undo the action now. He's a sitting duck. I'm a Turian Sentinel with tech armor and max fitness. Only one of us has to make it out alive. I make my decision. With a war cry for the ages over the mic, I run head-first into the horde a la Grunt in the Rachni Cave. My husband shouts out over the mic (watching me in spectator mode), "What are you doing?! They'll eat you alive!" I answer with, "I know. That's the point. I have to be the bait now. I have to protect our geth unit." I shoot. I punch. I yell at the Reapers to come get a piece of me. I'm a tasty turian. I can take the punishment. Give me all your aggro and pay no attention to the cloaked geth hiding in the LZ.
With about 5 seconds left on the extraction timer, I ultimately go down and watch as the Reapers dance upon my broken body. But I swear, before he took his final, rattling breath, I could see my brave Turian Sentinel turn his head, watch the shuttle rescue our Geth Infiltrator, and die with a smile upon his face. My husband would get his commendation pack.
Victory at all costs.
You are a good wife!
I wish my husband played. 
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