We were sent on another mission today. Take out a geth base. Go in hard, press right through to the rallying point, place some explosives – and out you go. That was the rough plan of it.

Most of it went well enough. Though the Quarian seems incapable of following orders. He broke the formation before anyone told him to. Same goes for the human with the rocket launcher. Stupid idiots… And I’mt not sure whether it was a wise decision of Berendsen to make a doctor temporary team leader.

Anyway. When we breached the final room we found it swarming with geth which were taking down our marines one by one from an elevated point. I made a run for it and got up there. Turns out the whole construction we were standing on was instable. Enough so for me to tear it down with biotics. After the fall there was about half a dozen of them still standing, now firing away at me, which was good again because it made drawing and keeping their fire on me so much easier and gave the others a chance to get rid of them one after the other.

Fine, so the last of them actually hit me. The doctors says I will be fine. I was the only injured person we had on our team. No casualties either. The other teams weren’t as lucky. Most of them are dead. The rest injured, except for four of them.

For some reason Berendsen was very depressed over how the mission went. Which is not very understandable at all, seeing that she didn’t loose any of her men. I tried to bring that point across, which she countered by offering a smooch to all of us. I don’t even get what that is. At least the Drell is just as confused as I am.

When we got back on board of the Sagitarius, right after the explosion on the base, there was the captain and a few crewmen waiting for us. The captain gave a speech, telling us how well things went and what kind of a great team we make.

Only… I’ve been told I’m not any good in a team. I get everyone killed under my command, as I have proven several times now. And I don’t see how this motley crew of soldiers makes for a good team, let alone an elite one either. Had I been in any command, I would have done things differently – and probably gotten people killed again. But the way the others handle discipline still bugs me. It knaws at my conviction. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. All I know is that I can’t go on working in situations like that. I’ve got my orders. Hopefully the captain will finally accept that.