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This time, it took a couple of minutes before the marines were organized and ready to move out. Casualties in different units had to be cycled out, and units merged in order to fill out the ranks. And ammunition expended in the defense of the hangar had to be replaced with ones fresh from the next pelican. But eventually, the almost company-sized marine unit started to swing into action. And units
In retrospect, there were things you should have advised differently. But recommending that the Lieutenant send the better part of a platoon worth of marines to deal with what were effectively unarmed grunts will never not be something you regret. The force made its way up to the main corridor that the ambling group of engineers were moving along, and simply waited for them to open the door. The grunts had less than a second to be shocked at the marines waiting for them, before they were all executed by a carefully aimed barrage of full metal jacket ammunition.
The floating alien reacted with what you had to assume was shock of its own, or perhaps some sort of defensive reaction, all it offered was a shocked squawking noise as it tugged it’s spindly limbs in tight. Where it remained for all of about five seconds, before it noticed that a stray round had damaged the door controls on the opposite side of the corridor. If it noticed the jumpy marines suddenly raising their weapons at it, then it completely ignored them. Instead, it floated over the dead and dying corpses of its erstwhile comrades, and busied itself with repairing the damage.
Thankfully, by the time it was done with its repairs, the marines had gotten over their shock at an alien that <span class="mu-i">wasn’t</span> trying to kill them, and had prepared the lure. Otherwise known as smacking a data pad into the wall, waving it in front of the alien’s face, and then luring the alien back the way they came. And with your new capture on it’s way back to the hangar, the two other squads continued on their journey towards the engine room.
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