Squad two fanned out, moving towards the area Bojan indicated for his contact. The area was amidships of the large luxury liner fifty or so meters. The ground was covered in a find powdery dust with larger rocks in between. Thick banks of greenish mist clouded the view almost completely but they disappeared as fast as they appeared. It was deathly silent, only the breathing apparatuses of thier own suit was all that the Marines heard. "Psscchhtt....Ssssst....Psccchht...Sssst" The sound was eerie and added to the overall gloom feeling that rested on this silent hell of a world.
The squad approached the landing gear spaced out. They circled around the landing gear area and then approached the gear itself. The gear was tremendous in size, large as a small house. The gear rose up into the black belly of the ship. The Marines lights pierced into the gaping darkness but revealed nothing.
Suddenly Squad One came in over the intercom.
"We have contacts...multiple of them heading your direction!"
Seconds later Private Bojans motion detector went alive. Multiple contacts, in every direction closing in on Second squad. Fast.