James saw movement in his peripheral vision and turned in time to see a shape hurdling through space at Nick. He watched as Nick dropped to his knees to avoid the hand shaped object flying past his head. An audible click on his com, and a harried yet familiar voice could be heard coming over the speaker:
"Jim, Sir, Got any rousing words - I'm about 30 seconds from running involuntarily...we weren't meant to experience shit like this..."
Clearing his throat James thought back to his ancestors as they fought against heavy odds to survive. "Jacob, you were trained to kill as a man and to die as a man. You are not a whipped dog to tuck your tail between your legs and run at the first sign of something unfamiliar. I think the Sarge and the LT, both will be willing to guarantee a bonus on our paychecks when this crap is over with. Now snap out of it. Get the flamer going and let's make some hard boiled eggs.." To help hide his own fear and to try and improve morale James kicked the nearest ovoid shaped egg which was starting to spread it's lips to release the monstrosity within. As the egg sailed into the air he released a stream of screaming death into it sending the contents spewing into the air it's green ichor raining down on the spheres beneath it. "Jacob, just think back to the first time you got laid. It was different, but oh so nice. After that first time you felt like could conquer the world. Well marine, your cherries been popped get to work and help protect the rest of your squad. I am counting on you being a calming influence on the Jolly Green Giant over there.
Further movement to his rear caught his attention and he spun, finger poised over the trigger to drop anything unnatural:
The creature crashed into Steels helmet, curling its tail around his head. The underside of the creature had a snout like extension. Steel desperatly tried to get free from the creature, dropping his pulse rifle and falling over in the process.
"Con, see to the Sarge," switching to the command frequency he relayed the message, "Lt. Vincent, Corporal Morrison the Sarge is down, something is attached to his helmet . . . ."
There was also a commotion further down in the engine room, something, or someone was heading towards the marines with a vengeance.
The sounds of metal being treated harshly could be heard over the weapons fire. James quickly turned to face the direction of the sound, poor lighting and the mist only allowed him the casual glimpse of something big coming their way.
"LT, we need to get our boys in a defensive formation asap, it is fixing to get hairy here real quick." James scanned around the room looking for someplace to establish a perimeter. LT, do you copy, in 30 seconds this area is going to go FUBAR and I really don't think we wanna be standing in the center of the room so that we have to completely cover all points of the compass." James turned and sprayed a quick burst in the direction of the fast approaching shape. When he heard his rifle click on empty air, he reached down and pulled the next pair of clips rocking one home, his eyes scanning for a defensible location.