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As the Caballero skimmed the ground, looking for a flat, level place to land near the drathonian ship, it's occupants could feel the effects of the Pilot's maneuvering. Small noises outside gave the impression that the pilot was dodging more than just outcroppings, however, and many of the soldiers held their breath. Kai set his helmet to rebreather mode, and remotely did the same to his squad so that they too would be safe in case something happened, or in case someone forgot when he opened the door.

The Shuttle Jostled, as if it had hit something, taking the feet out from under the less-ready soldiers, a couple falling to their behinds, a few of the lighter ones actually tapping the roof with their helmets. Suddenly, everything decided it hated Squad 215, and the front end of the shuttle parted with the back end, rather violently. The back end then began to cartwheel, and alternating views of the dark ground and the dark night-like sky quickly became overrated as several soldiers whished they had somewhere to vomit.

Before long, it impacted with the ground, breaking once more into two pieces, splitting the squad contained within into two groups. The halves abruptly came to a skidding halt, about half a kilometer from the Drathonian ship, and about the same distance from one another.

Kai Nakamura shook his head and inspected himself as he looked back towards the wreckage he had just been flung from. The Saviour Combat Armor he was wearing had done its job, keeping the marine lieutenant from being killed before he could even fight. Taking stock of the situation, he called out to those Nearest him over the radio. Killy, Hendlow, Malinowski, Gorefowl, and Mortego were in his half of the shuttle. Kai wasted no time "Form up on me! Take stock of injuries and supplies while I contact the other half of the squad!"

Cibo stumbled out of the wreckage, followed by her charge. She turned around to say something or other, but instead ended up pitching forward. Before her contents could fully come out, the Ottyo put a hand over her helmet and turned her the other way. With a fully transparent faceplate, all her facial features were visible, and considering what she was about to do, he didn't want to see it. He said three words, "Not at me." Cibo's face soured as he said so, instinctively trying to spit at his boot, only making her helmet all the more messy. After that little fiasco on the shuttle, plus the near death experience and the puke filled helmet, she wasn't much for words, especially when her stomach was still doing the flop.
"Just get over to Kai, damnit." Her stealth suit automatically changed into a black digital camouflage pattern to fit the lifeless, carbon rich terrain, her visor automatically struggling to clear the thick sludge off the inside. As her feet crunched over the jagged ground, she looked up, and spotted what looked like a meteor shower. Except it was all falling on top of the crashed frigate. "What the hell?!" she spat again. Again, she made it worse.
"Just some friends. Nothing to worry about."
"Bull. Say it already you alien jerk."
"Orbital drop pods. We don't like the anti air they're putting up."
"Great. Just great. More of you. You know I don't like you that much right?"
"...I like me..." The alien muttered. Cibo opened a com channel to Kai,
"Lieutenant, my...'friend' here says we got some assistance landing on top, over." Her tone dour.

Adrian was thrown forward as the ship crashed, well at least the half he was in, into the ground. Crashing into the opposite wall the Sniper was thankful for the protection his helmet provided. Straightening up, the marine trotted out of the ruined transport.
Once outside, he saw that the Alien and it's minder seemed to be fine, well uninjured at least. As Kai's orders came through, he walked over to the officer. Putting on a weak smile he spoke up, "Little rough of a landing Sir. The 215 always going to be this exciting?"

When they hit a bit of turbulence, Garrett latched onto the handholds at either side of his seat. When the ship split and start cartwheeling like a pair of drunken acrobats in an Asian circus, well there wasn't much he could do about that. When he lost his grip, momentum sent him tumbling up the wall and crashing against the roof, only to be 'lifted' up off the ceiling and come sailing back down to the floor. He began scrabbling for purchase, but found none and went hurtling into the night via the freshly rent orifice in the transport's hull. Well ********, the Lieutenant thought. This might be it.

Luckily, it wasn't. Hurtling toward the surface at twenty miles an hour wasn't the best way to make a landing, but it didn't kill him. He came down on an inclined surface which sent him rolling down into less than friendly (or smooth) loose rock. "Sweet Sally, that ******** hurt," he grumbled across the com. Pain was all over, so it was difficult to tell what hurt the most. As he tried to push himself to his feet, he realized what was wrong. "Oh ******** me!" he shouted as his left arm gave out, the shoulder dislocated. "Um... I think I'll be a little while," he mumbled, rolling over and sitting up. His breathing was coming in heavy, but his suit was secure, so he'd be alright. "Dislocated shoulder... I think. I'm not a doctor, but it hurts. I'll save you the colorful description... for now."

Kai looked at Gorefowl, who formed up on him, as well as Mortego, whom had been coming towards him but instead changed course and made his way towards Hendlow to check up on the man. The Lieutenant had just finished giving instructions to the other half of 215, whom hadn't done quite as well, and Kai counted two KIA from the initial hit and two more casualties from the crash itself. The remainder of those had been saved by landing in some large, shallow pond of some liquid that they thankfully could not smell.

Kai looked up at the other shuttles undergoing similar bombardment, but not exploding as theirs had, as well as watching the Ottyo troopers dropping on the enemy ship. "Roger that, Malinowski." Kai replied to the intelligence officer, before calling up Hendlow. "Old man! my HUD's telling me you need some TLC. Think you're up to the fight?"

"Who's Sally? I don't recall a Sally on this Terran squad." Killy asked.
"God damn it, would you shut up?" Cibo snapped. With the bitter, sour smell in her helmet and mouth, the Intelligence Officer was irritated, to say the least. She was about to spit again, but stopped herself just in time, eventually forcing herself to swallow it with an audible gulp.
"Nervous?" The alien asked. She ignored him, and checked her BRO, and sure it was in working order, started to move forward as the squad's point.
"Cibo and Killy here, on point, awaiting further orders sir." she spoke over the comm. As soon as she finished, she promptly went over to the alien with her, and stomped on his tail as hard as she could. "Hell no." She answered him. "You said you were good on recon or something? I want to see it...after we get orders of course."
"Of course." Cibo had the sinking feeling he was 'smiling', or the Ottyo equivilant. She watched his faceless helmet's feathers twitch in excitement, for all she knew.

Waiting by Kai's side Adrian checked his Sugar, it was in working order. Pulling the rifle up he looked through the scope and scanned the area, the enemy didn't seem to be on the move yet. Catching a close up of Cibo and Killy, Adrian watched the Intelligence Agent stomp on the Ottyo's tail.
Letting out a quiet chuckle he lowered the rifle. "Well, they seem to be just fine." Turning towards Kai again, the marine relaxed and waited for orders.

"Oh ********," he grumbled some more, leaning forward. His right hand- the one attached to his good arm- went to his forehead. Mortego was moseying on over about that time, one curious eyebrow quirked. "How are you holding up, Lieutenant?" he inquired. Lieutenent Hendlow shook his head. "Hurt all over. Think I mighta busted a rib too. I don't know." He dropped onto his back.

The medic sat on his heels next to Garrett. "Alright. Just a few quick checks. He drew a small scanning device from his pouch. "Just lay as you are." Hendlow merely grunted, and Mortego went about his business. The verdict? "You've got a cracked rib and dislocated shoulder. Maybe a few other minor scuffs. No big deal. You're just going to be very uncomfortable."

"No s**t," was the Lieutenant's simple response. Mortego aided the Lieutenant in his efforts to stand before giving him some drugs- in the proper dosage this time. Then they made their way back to the group. At long last, Garrett answered the commander. "I'm good, Lieu-Kai," the demolitions expert answered in a strained voice.

"You don't sound too good..." the young lieutenant said in a worried tone, but he just furrowed his brow and opened a channel to the immediate half of his squad. " Our objective, as you know, is to kill as many as we can, as well as destroy all the communications equipment we come across, with Subspace and other FTL types coming first." The tall man motioned toward the ship, of which they were a short distance away, the large hulk of it looming above them, it would have cast quite the shadow if the Planemo had a sun.

"We gotta get over there, and find a way in. Hendlow, that's your job, in case we can't find a door. For now, we will have Killy and Malinowsky in the front, as they seem to have volunteered. Me next, with Mortego and Hendlow, and finally Gorefowl. You girls got that? Let's move out." and without further ado, Kai began to plod off toward the red behemoth.

"Wait, what? Volunteered?!" Cibo squawked in horror. She looked at the alien, half questioning, half accusing; he merely shrugged.
"I'm only out here because you're out here." he quickly added. Cibo's mind started to race as she desperately tried to rationalize how she ended up walking point with that...thing.
'I-I't was an accident! Just me going about old routines! It's not my fault...is it?' she thought to hserself. "Lets go." Cibo spoke quietly. They kept on advancing, Killy blending into the curves and serrated edges of terrain, and Cibo herself trying to do the same, partially distracted. She fainlty heard Killy talking over the raido. Except he wasn't talking in anything she recognized. 'God damned birdspeak.' When they started to get near, a tug on the belt pulled Cibo out of her private hell, and back into the pitch black one that she found herself in now. Killy pointed; they were only 30 meters away from the hulk, and the rest of the squad was a good 150 behind them.
"Ack!"
"Cibo. Tell them." he half whined impatiently. "Right, right. Cibo here, about 30 meters away from the hull. Umm." She popped her head out of cover carefully, and looked around before going on, "Looks clear. No guards or anything sir."

Taking his position as rear guard, Adrian walked after the rest of the Squad. When Cibo and Killy reported a possible entry position, that was with the applications of a generous amount of explosives of course, he went on the alert. Bringing his rifle up the Sniper focused in on the ship wall, searching for Drathonians.

Mortego at last let go of Hendlow upon the Lieutenant's request. The drugs were starting to settle in, and the pain was seeping away. He was smiling again, the slightly crooked smile he carried when he was feeling up in the world. But at the mention of a building without any doors, he sighed. "********. Um, guys... we need to detour. I lost my satchel of goodies." He scratched the back of his head. "Pretty sure it went out the door with me when I fell out the ship." Oops.

Kai stopped dead in his tracks for a moment, before looking around at himself and the faint outlines of those around him. His Helmet soon adjusted and those outlines became more clear, showing him exactly where his squad was. He had registered what Cibo had said, but Hendlow's statement shocked him. "Ummmm.. Everyone, Check for grenades, or any of the small charges in your belts, If anyone has an APE-7, please give it to Hendlow."

Kai checked himself, feeling a little like a retard. He had one on his person, but just one wouldn't be enough. The Lieutenant handed over his 'goods' to his XO, and then continued forward. "Malinowski, Killy, stay where you are till we regroup, and then we'll try to find a way inside. We need to hurry."

"Yes sir. Holding position." Cibo spoke over the comm. She then shook her head to shake loose the drying puke on her visor. Some of it did fall off in crusts, but much more stayed on. "So. You have any bright ideas?" she asked with a large helping of sarcasm.
"If you Terrans weren't terrible climbers, I'm sure we could have gone up a level or so and found an intact airlock or two." He paused, head looking about in thought. "But I'm sure there's at least one mangled one down here where you can simply stroll in." He added on. Cibo sighed heavily, and took a deep breath, finally oblivious to the rancid odor in her helmet.
"You're starting to sound like a Drathonian with all that talk of 'physical superiority' and s**t, you know that?" Cibo watched as he darted around to face her. She had hit a nerve. She smiled. "Lieutenant, the Inquisitor suggests we try finding pre-existing enterences into the ship, such as an intact airlock that we may not be able to climb to, or an exposed hallway. Advise." She knew, absolutely knew, that he wouldn't do a thing when she was talking over the radio to the Lieutenant. And Cibo was right.

Checking his pack Adrian found the sinlge explosive charge he had grabbed just in case things got bad. "Lieutenat, I'm handing over a second charge, no grenades though." Moving forward he handed the APE-7 to the XO.

"Look, look, just give me a few minutes. I'll find it. Can't be too far." He waved his hands in a manner that was usually exercised to encourage those around you to calm down. "I've got this, just a minute." He turned around and headed in the direction of his point of impact, his eyes to the ground. Searching... Searching... He began repeating the word over and over again in his head. He was so zoned with the drugs, he ended up finding his bag by tripping over it. He stumbled a few steps, then turned, and smiled when he recognized its faint outline against the jagged rocks. However, there was another problem.

When he picked it up, a plastic explosive fell out from a hole the size of two fists side-by-side. "Whoops," he muttered whilst bending down to pick it up, and tuck it away. He did a quick sealing job on the hole with some adhesive from another explosive while walking back to the group. "We're good!" he declared, throwing the satchel's straps over his right shoulder. "Show me where you need me!"

Kai raised an eyebrow as Hendlow took his sweet time right after he had told everyone to hurry. He shook his head, then turned back to the wreckage. It was big, and tall, and square, the flat surface bowed out a little near where part of the ship had sunk into the ground. above that was smooth hull, broken in places by very melted AA turrets, but a few of those had survived to shoot at the incoming shuttles and orbitally dropped soldiers. A few marine Scimitars made their way into the atmosphere, and the subsquent explosions silenced the guns.

"Well, looks like the easiest way in is to make our own hole. I don't see any airlocks, at least not any visible, operational ones. there's a ring of plates about two meters off the ground that might be one though..." the lieutenant noted crunching his way forward towards the enemy craft, that was disturbingly quiet. Normally the lizards would be staunchly defending from every hole they found, but the infrequent explosions of breeching charges told a different story.

She tensed as she watched Killy flex in anger, perhaps wanting to strangle her or something. Eventually, he settled down. Both Cibo and Killy watched Hendlow go about and pick up the high explosives, or, more accurately, Cibo watched Killy watch Hendlow do all that. The alien shook it's head a little in disapproval, most likely towards the treatment of the breaching charges. 'I guess some gestures and stuff don't change, aliens or not.' she thought. She walked along the length of the thick hull, noting how sturdy the construction seemed to her. Of course, she wasn't a shipwright, but some things were obvious; this ship was tough. "So Mr. Yotruyan, what do you think?"
"A piece of crap covered in a thick shell. Absolutely disgusting. And the same goes for the technology inside. Whoever made the core, basic components were sloppy." Cibo nodded to this, but then she started thinking like she always did. 'Wait a second. Drathonian tech is mostly copies and knockoffs of what we have...so that means....' She looked at the alien again. Cibo had a hard time figuring out what he was feeling, but so far, her instincts were right on the money.
"You jerk!" The Ottyo started to make a strange noise. It simply had to be laughing at her. He pointed over to a spot on the hull. "Kai's probably right about that being a...former airlock. Best bet to breech there. If not, and we can't get in, I'll see what I can do." The strange laughter equivalent he had simply haunted Cibo.

Adrian watched the XO stumble about with his crudely patched satchel. The Sniper was honestly not too sure of the impression he was getting from the Squad. The Lieutenant seemed to be competent and the medic had so far done his job when required. But, when you paired Hendlow with both Cibo and the alien - it started to seem more like a comedy troupe than a military unit.
Overall there was a distinct lack of urgency, but that could just be due to the lack of combat so far or the fact that their landing was...rattling to say the least. Hoping that one of those was the case, Adrian got in closer to the breeching site, still holding the rear but able to enter quickly if the need to arose.

The two seemed to be simply steaming at each other; Cibo looked like she was going to hiss, and Killy seemed to be looking down on her. The Ottyo was the first to speak over Lieutenant Hendlow's explosives retrieval. "First. Don't ever. Ever, compare me to those monsters." Cibo's face seemed to light up in savage delight upon hearing his angry voice. He went on, his tone different, "And second. Please don't touch my tail. Honestly, I didn't know you were like that, but please keep your hands and feet to yourself." The alien's body language and tone made him both look and sound uneasy. Cibo's mouth dropped.
"Huh? I don't...I'm not following." she stated, shaking her head. The two moved off to the side as Garrett planted the breaching charges. The Lieutenant got ready to count down.
"You're so perverse Cibo." The explosion's pressure slapped them much like the way the Intelligence Officer's mind was slapped. "We're on point, MOVE!" She simply didn't have time to think as she stormed the newly created 'entrance' in the downed ship. The area they entered into was empty, or at least was empty for now. The alien reported back to the Terrans. "Clear for now Kai-Lieutenant. I'm guessing it's because the other Ottyo started top down, rather than your bottom up." Cibo swept her BRO across the spaces, and asked herself miserably, 'What...what did I do?' And then she realized something. She was in front of the armored alien, not behind him.
"Hey! Why aren't you in front of me?" she whispered urgently.
"Because I don't trust you to be behind me anymore!" Killy hissed back. For her, it was confirmed.
'I'm feeling sick...'

Ken was spared major injury from the crash thanks getting pushed into the corner of the transport and kept there by the bodies of two other marines. However, when the transport split and started tumbling he and the other marines were thrown from the vessel and they landed in a pond of sorts filled with what Ken could only begin to describe as motor oil. It was upon his landing in the shallow pond that he landed on his outstretched arms.
Ken simply laid in the pond of sludge for a little bit as he worked his way through the mental shock and the pain that was now shooting up his arms. Snapping himself out of his daze he stood up. The medic began to shake off the sludge from his upper body, and then began to look around. One of the marines that had fallen with him had begun wading through waist high muck towards another marine that was starting to sink into the muck a bit. Just my luck to do a dive into the shallow end of the pool, he thought to himself. “Are any of you hurt badly?” he asked the marines who were in the pond with him. When there was no response he simply began to help others get out of the sludge.
When Lieutenant Kai call over the comes for everyone to form up Ken was finally out of the pond and wiping off the slippery grime from his suit. As Lieutenant Garrett was already being helped by the other medic Ken went directly over and fell in line with Kai.
As the group moved on the young medic found himself slightly disappointed at the level of professionalism he was seeing. Mostly with Garrett and how he was handling the delicate explosives, but with the fact that nobody was really doing anything about it. When the Kai asked for everyone to check for usable explosives Ken didn't bother as he knew all he had were medical supplies and colored and plain white smoke grenades. His impression of the squad was not boosted with the subsequent premature detonation.
That could have seriously hurt somebody, Ken fumed to himself as Lieutenant Garrett's nonchalant attitude started to grate on his nerves. It had been a while since Ken had actually been annoyed with somebody, much less angry at them. “This is going to be a long deployment,” he said to himself as he followed the others into the breach.

“Well, you sure can't blame it on me! You know, like you did for the whole first year I knew you,” Steven countered. “As for the drinks, just some coffee or something. You don't need to be so presumptuous, I just think it would be nice to catch up with an old friend. It is not like I am hoping to make out with you when you're drunk.”

Fred noted the body language of his wingman. It would have been easier to scale the Berlin Wall than it would be to cross the gap that was Arcadia's disdain for him. So with a heavy sigh the Irishman turned and walked over towards his fighter and hoisted himself up. As he became lost in thought he found himself remembering the days before Captain Steven joined Green Squadron.
It was a lot quieter back then, but also much more boring. He could still remember the day Steven joined. There was a lot of hype over him for reasons he hadn't cared to find out. This was back when Fred was still more marine than he was pilot, so for the new guy to not only receive such a welcome but also be moved all the way up to the Third seat didn't sit well with him. Not to mention the fact that the kid was starting out as a Lance Corporal when he himself had to put his life at risk countless times just to make Private 1st Class made him even more angry.
“So what!” he had said loudly to his CO, “Just because the kid has a famous dad and good grades don't mean ya can give him so much credit! Every man here had to work for our status, including you! Why are we letting him just walk in and take stuff?” Fred never had his questions answered since the CO just ignored him and walked off.
Over the next few months however, Fred began to respect Steven. Not because of any of his honors, and at the time he certainly wasn't the best pilot in the fleet. No, it was because unknown to Fred Steven had overheard the Irishman's rant, and so in the coming months did his best to earn his respect through sheer determination. Long story short, Steven made it to the 2nd seat in the squad, and after the former CO retired to bridge crew Steven became leader of Green Squadron.
Fred chuckled a little as he recalled how much both he and Steven had grown up over the years. He also suddenly found himself wondering how his alien drinking buddy was doing.

"Roger, roger." the Ottyo sounded off to Kai. However, when he and Cibo were at the sealed door, he spoke again. "I'm going in first; come in behind me. And no inappropriate touching." Inside, Cibo was outright furious at, at doing something like that. Even if it was by accident, she didn't deserve this indignity, did she? 'Why me? Why ME?!' she thought. The airtight door quickly opened at her insistence, and the two piled in, at the same order the Ottyo suggested. The Ottyo stormed in, clearing the area of imminent threats, then quickly kicked over and prodded the bodies one by one with his Sugar until he found two survivors. One was barely conscious, the other out cold. He told her so.

"%$*ers! Eat *&@$ and die!" Cibo quickly ran in and started pummeling the barely conscious survivor to death, aided by the Alkane rich atmosphere rushing into the room, it was easy. She stomped hard on the neck of the unconscious one until it's chest stopped moving. Like a machine, Cibo then went over and started to hack into the mainframe. "Here's the deck layout Kai. I'm uploading it to our suits." she spoke, dejected.

"I would have just snapped their necks. I don't know, say, something bothering you?" Hearing that from Killy, the Intelligence Agent turned on him, and made as if to punch him in the face, but stopped. Killy stood there and simply looked at her with that faceless helmet as the upload went by. The alien shook his head. "For a species with such incredibly active sexual drives, you're very uncomfortable with jokes about it. Aren't you?"

"W-what?!" Cibo cried out suddenly gagging on her own breath.The Ottyo simply shrugged and replied,

"They used to make jokes like this at me all the time. The squad of Inquisitors I used to work with..."

"Well? Why now?" Cibo snapped. She pressed on, seeing that it was the alien's turn to be uncomfortable. Killy shifted uneasily. "Out with it." she hissed. The alien was definitely uncomfortable! 'I got you now! I can see it. Taste it! I'm going to make you squirm like you made me. Suffer, damn you!' Being one of the few Terrans that could successfully order around aliens with sheer intimidation helped, but there was something else at work in the Ottyo's mind. He relented.

"If I had to guess, I suppose I made those jokes because I miss them." He looked away from her, and towards the pile of smaller Draconi, prodding them with his feet. He went on, sad, "Yes. That analysis is accurate. I do miss the 67th Inquisitorial Shrikes. I miss them very much." The revelation was like a punch in the gut for her.

'He...he feels lonely? No, no! You were supposed to, to...why do I feel like the monster here?' The Ottyo 'locked eyes' with her again.

"I spoke earlier in an attempt at mutual entertainment, but failed. I apologize for my ineptitude concerning your culture."

Cibo turned away from the alien and kicked the bulkhead. She felt like a monster.

Once inside, the second round of apologies from the Lieutenant began. "Again, sorry about that. I'm a little... shaky with the drugs for my injury. It was an accident, and one I plan on making up to you all." He sighed, though it didn't register over the com. "I'll keep watch for the other half of the squad," he informed the others. Then he took a squat at the new 'doorway' he'd made, sitting on his heels while he gazed outward, scanning for movement.

It was one thing for Fred to realize Arcadia's true demeanor and give up, but it was another entirely for him to ignore her question, and she was more than a little perturbed by his decision to do so. She took an aggravated deep breath before downing the rest of her coffee. That man could stir up quite the storm if he didn't simply learn to play along.

All the bickering was beginning to wear on Lieutenant Hendlow's drug-frayed nerves, bringing him back around to his proper mind- albeit with some grumpy fallout. When he spoke, his tone was no longer soft and airy as it had been after his initial reception of painkillers. It was gruff, angry, and most certainly sincere. "Malinowski, Gorefowl, if you ******** don't cut the ******** cross-chatter, I'll come in there myself and put a bullet in each of you. We are in hostile territory, and shouldn't bear repeating. You're soldiers, now ******** act like it!"

He gave a sigh. "Nakamura, no enemies in the open, and seems like Rutthinger has control of the situation on that end. We should get moving before I get antsy and start practicing on the dummies in the other room." If anything could be said for these painkillers, it was that they did a very good job of amplifying the user's emotions, especially with Garrett's peaceful high now ruined by these childish Terrans.

Suddenly, Kai spoke up. "Allright you retards, cut the chatter, I've located the Comm stations in this sector of the ship" It seems his silence was because he had turned off his helmet comm and focused on finding what he needed to do their job. "Good news is, they're close. Bad news is, we have to go through a barracks to get there, as well as an armory." The Lieutenant sent everyone the proper map showing them where they needed to go.

"Okay everybody, we're attacking the Barracks first, then the armory, Let's move out!" and with that, the blond man, well, moved out. Terran combat boots clomped down the hallway before the marine came to a corner where he slowed down to be quieter. He quickly detached a camera from his Sugar, and gingerly snuck it around the corner. Sure enough, there were Lizards there, a bunch of small, sickly looking Draconi being forced to distribute gas masks to the Drathonians as they slowly died, the larger creatures not even caring about the livlihood of their enslaved brother race. These enemies were much more lucid, and appeared to be forming up squads to counterattack the marines being sent into the ship.

"Well, I found them. Really bad news is: they're lucid, and they have guns, and there's quite a few outside, not to mention probably more in the barracks themselves."

******

Rutthinger's squad soon made their way to the crashed ship, and the subsequent explosions booming through the ship signalled their near-immediate entrance. Booms such as this had been going on since the first group of marines landed, and the sheer amount of holes in the side of the ship were taking their toll on its structure. With each new explosion, the ship creaked and rocked, metal bending under the stress of an ever greater load on an ever smaller amount of supports.

******

"Anybody with explosives; I need you to throw them down the hall on my command, and everyone else, cover them, and start giving suppresive fire on the enemies so the people who threw explosives can get their guns again and charge. Am I clear?" Lieutenant Nakamura ordered, shouldering his sugar and pulling out the two grenades held on his belt. As the squad waited behind him, He counted out " One... Two... THREE!" And charged, hoping the squad was behind him and following his orders.