I had the EyeInTheSky drone Overwatch the battle for later tactical data.
This is a scan of the team aboard the Skyranger Transport.
I must say, Rookie Dwarmin looks absolutely dreadful in that getup...What's that? Oh right, moving on. Overwatch, center camera. What do we have here...Shit!
There's a flurry of activity, a personal cam, that of Dwarmin's, suddenly blacking out. The rest of the squad fans out, and returning spatters of fire, the several personal cams also catching audio bits, random chatter splitting into panic."Did you see that fucking green shit!?"
"What the fuck was that!"
"Shit!...Shit!"
"It got Dwarmin the face! Oh god!"
The next activity, on overwatch, and personal cams, can only be described as frantic and intense.
"HOLYFUCKINGSHIT! AN ALIEN...HID BEHIND THE FUCKING FENCE."
"...WELL SHOOT IT BEFORE IT FIRES AGAIN!"
"Did it just miss us? Seriously? What the fuck? WITH OUR BACKS TURNED?"
"JUST SHOOT IT!"
"...Okay. I think its down. Shit, their packing, but they go down quick."
"Keep a look out for more. Don't want to end up like Dwarmin."
"Right."
"Okay. Me and Tiamat are ready to storm the craft."
"Uh negative on that. I repeat, negative. Wait for back up. Tiamat has the Anti-Vehicle Weapon. We need to take this craft in tact, not blow it to shit. On our way."
"Roger. Standing by."
"Meanwhile, scout to the north."
"Alien spotted!"
"Taking aim. I'll nail this bastard right in the genitals!"
"Eh. I got him in the face. Good enough I guess."
"Damn. Remind me not to get on the wrong end of your iron sights ToonyMan."
"Damn straight."
Meanwhile, on the other personal cams, of the other half of the remaining team, the two riflemen had finished drawing straws, and Redbeard had lost."Shit...if I die Josh. I just want to let you know..."
"That you always loved me and want to leave me your booze?"
"No. That I hope you get probed up the ass next."
"...That's really sweet of you. Now get going."
"Shit."
Redbeard is visibly hesitant, but he moves forward. The next scene is perhaps the more terror inspiring of the entire mission. Redbeard holds in a gasp as his personal camera takes in the entire room at once, including the surprised alien, who flips his weapon to his person all throug the split second. If not for his quick response...The first round flew wild as Redbeard fumbled with his gun. Fortunately, this threw off the alien, the first bullet startling it, giving Redbeard time to plant two bullets firmly in the aliens chest. It dropped dead."Ship clear. Josh, you fucking owe me one life."
"Duly noted. What do we have?"
"Jack shit. Everything's fried. we got the corpses, and the weapons they were carrying, plus the craft itself. I guess that's good enough. Mission over?"
"I think so."