"Check your weapons! Now's your chance to load up!" Called out Senior Sergeant Upard, clutching his own A280 and checking the remaining shots in the magazine as he moved with the column that consisted of the first section. The Lieutenant moved at the front, his own rifle bouncing in his grasp as he glanced around the dull grey corridor.

"I want all auto riflemen at the front! Riflemen, organize into fireteams, breach and clear! Sappers cover their asses!" Trad enunciated, rejoining the first section as the riflemen split off in groups of two or three and moved to various bulkheads connecting to adjoining hatches, until suddenly the two doors on either end of the corridor slammed down, and locked with a hiss and whirr.

"Shit." Trad muttered, troops around him glancing at the recent development with collective scowls. "Sappers!" Trad called out amongst the disgruntled and confused mass of troops that once were preparing to breach and clear. "Get those doors open ASAP! The rest of you, get back to work! We got a schedule to follow!"

The sappers went to work, a man detaching from the squad and heading to each tightly locked hatch and producing a block charge and timer. With ease and skill they began to fasten the blocks to the weak-points of the doors, information which they had been told over and over in their own briefing. Mid-section, along the line that connects them.

Meanwhile, the riflemen went to work. Doors were pryed, shot, and beat open, and scattered shots rang out, mercenaries that had been hiding out being trapped like tuna in a can and shot dead without mercy. Though, it did not go without losses. A single man had been gunned down, a blaster bolt taken directly to the torso, a fatal shot. One more, a shot to the leg, a result of a panicked and trapped mercenary spraying wildly upon their disturbance. Some rushed to assist and others continued.

By the time each room had been cleared, the charges were placed. "Fire in the hole!" The sapper section leader shrieked, and all the troops ducked into the recently cleared rooms or stuck to the walls of the corridor. Either way, two explosions raged not seconds between eachother, and both doors collapsed inwards as the mechanism was twisted and bent horribly.

The sections were wrangled by their respective leaders and pushed forwards at the command of the Lieutenant, and Trad hissed into his communications device. [i]"Initial breach has been successful. We're clearing out bunkhouses and moving sternwards as of current. However, we've encountered dropped blast doors. We've expended two of our eight blasting charges and no doubt we will need more before long."[/i] The acknowledgement of the Company Sergeant satiated his concern and he continued his march as the Second Platoon moved ever closer to their objective.